I'm a Homelander

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- So how is my irreplaceable handler feeling? - Stretched out with interest, standing across from the woman.

- I'm doing fine, Homelander," Stillwell replied, smiling at me. - Thank you for asking.

- Things are so good that you're almost jumping with excitement? - I snorted, looking at the state of her body.

- You always saw right through people," the woman sighed, but she couldn't hide her smile. - Good... I've been offered something.

- What is it, if it's not a secret?

- You seemed to be able to see through anything," she raised the folded napkin to face level. - Take a look.

Her eyes focused on the raised napkin, instantly seeing through it. The ink from the pen became clearly visible, drawing out into numbers...very impressive numbers. And the surprise on my face seemed to be as obvious to the woman as the existence of gravity.

- A raise," she boasted, pointing to herself. - But Miss Stillwell will be required to put in the effort.

- The important thing is that Miss Stillwell not become proud of such achievements. - He grinned, meeting the woman's sly gaze.

- Don't worry, Homelander. She won't be proud, I'll see to it. - Madeline winked at me, taking the champagne glass in her hands and sipping gently from it.

- Good, if that's the case," I nodded, looking her in the eye. - I hope you don't mind the company of these dignitaries?

- Not at all, I'll be more specific in thirty minutes. - She smiled, looking at several of the young officers with a greasy look.

- Just don't get carried away. - Hummed, leaving the woman's company.

- I hope you'll give me a dance? Just one. - She took me by the elbow, and I didn't like it much.

Which I didn't hide, furrowing my eyebrows and glaring at her.

- Take your hand away.

- Oh, don't get hot," the woman smiled awkwardly, removing her hand abruptly. - I was just making a suggestion.

- Know your place. - I said through gritted teeth, turning back to Starlight, whose company was much more pleasant, personally, for me.

- Then no.

It was pointless to say that the event was boring. So much so that after an hour all the important people were gone, having decided that they had more important things to do. And I was very much in agreement with them on this point, having said goodbye to all my team members who were present at the event shortly afterwards. Madeline left at almost the same time, though she couldn't travel faster than the speed of sound. So she wouldn't get home until an hour later, given New York's traffic.

My flight lasted less than five minutes, in which time I reached my house. The lights in the living room were on, and Becca and Ryan were sitting on the couch. Flying inside the guest bedroom, I quickly change into the clothes that had become completely familiar. After which I walk down to the porch to enter through the front door. I think most people would agree that it would look extremely suspicious if I walked down the stairs from the first floor.

A barely audible creak of the wooden door and I enter the house, again. Standing at the entrance to the living room, I look at the baby asleep on Becky's lap. But the young mother didn't waste the opportunity to run her hands through her son's thick hair, gazing lovingly at him. A smile appeared on my lips as my eyes beheld this pleasant picture. But I couldn't remain unnoticed, considering how heightened the girl's senses were. It was physically impossible for her not to hear the creak of the door, so I was discovered a few minutes ago.

- How was your day? - She asked, raising her head and meeting my gaze.

- Not bad, but it could have been better.

- What was missing?

- You... - I smiled, seeing the change in Becca's face. - And Ryan. I've been away a lot lately.

- Well, you've got a lot on your plate. It's only natural that you'd be busy," Becca nodded, glancing at her son. - Ryan's been waiting for you all day.

- Have you been waiting for me?

- Я... waiting with Ryan. He fell asleep." She yawned at the end of her words.

- Sounds like you need it, too.

- We should take him to the bedroom.

- I'll do it. - Took the boy in my arms, under his mother's sceptical gaze.

- I could have picked him up, too.

- You could, but you're tired. I'm full of energy. - Confidently responding to her indignation, carrying the child up the stairs under the same indignant gaze.

- Thank you. - It came from behind me.

Another day had been stressful, but acceptable. Then I could relax and sleep until tomorrow, where I would have more work to do. At least that's what I thought at the time.

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The woman leaned her head against the glass of the car, which was essentially at her disposal for the day. Madeline Stillwell, however, enjoyed such a privilege only in the morning and evening, actually only to get to her workplace and back home. The woman was an incredible workaholic, taking Stan Edgar as an example. So even a holiday couldn't last more than a couple of days.

The street lights flashed before her eyes like raindrops that were hard to see because of their swiftness. And the thirty minutes in the traffic before that had flown by like measly seconds, perhaps because of the champagne she'd drunk. She couldn't boast of being able to drink a lot without getting drunk, though such a skill would be very useful to her. Finally they reached Stillwell's house and she got out of the car.

- Thank you. - The woman thanked the driver, closing the door behind her.

The driver didn't say anything and just drove off, leaving her alone by the roadside. Grudgingly, she headed towards the house. It didn't look rich at all, and it wasn't even the size of some estate that rich people liked to buy. To be honest, even the keys were used to get in, not the newfangled electronic locks that were being shoved wherever they could and couldn't. The neighbourhood was safe and there was a police station nearby, so she wasn't afraid of anything, convinced she was safe.

- Rachel? - She called out to Teddy's housekeeper and part-time nanny, but heard nothing back.

She frowned, tossing her keys into a special plate and looked around. It seemed too suspicious that Rachel hadn't even bothered to warn her that she was going out. This old lady wasn't in the habit of spontaneous decisions, sort of.

- Not looking for me? - The dark figure in the chair replied, placing the pistol on the armrest so that it was clearly visible to her.

- What do you want? And where's Rachel?

- Sleeping sweetly, I wasn't going to hurt that old woman," the bearded man in the black cloak smirked. - 'But you... you're a different matter.

The man with the strange British accent rose from his chair and walked slowly towards her, as if savouring the moment. The woman froze, staring into the mad eyes of the visitor. The blow to her head immediately knocked out all thoughts of resistance, it was hard to think about it when her head was splitting from any careless movement. So she didn't play hero, seeing the size of the Briton. Soon, she watched in horror as the explosives were placed on her, sitting her down on a chair. She was securely tied to that chair and her phone was taken away.- Here's Homelander," Butcher smirked, quickly finding the blond cunt's number. - How fast do you think he'll get here?

- I have no idea," the woman said grudgingly, feeling the ropes rubbing all over her body, especially her wrists. - He's a Homelander, he doesn't care about me. I'm nothing to him.

- Don't fuck with me! I already know you're lovers. And that he's gonna be here in a heartbeat.

Then he dialled a number, hearing a ringing tone that quickly stopped.

- Hello? What's wrong? - The voice of a well-known superhero sounded in the receiver.

- Remember me?

- William Butcher," the blond answered, after a moment's silence. - That accent was hard to forget.

- Unfortunately, Stillwell can't answer you yet.

- Did you really kill her?

- We're at her house now, and so far she's alive. Hurry up if you want to keep it that way. - Butcher hung up the phone and sat down, looking at her expectantly.

Stillwell stared back silently, and they both waited for the Homelander to arrive.

- Do you want to kill yourself on him?

- If I have to, yes. - He gave a confident answer, after which she had nothing to say.

It didn't take long to wait. Already after two minutes the sounds of heavy footsteps came from the first floor, which soon came from the staircase. And there, in front of them appeared Homelander, in person. The blond looked at the scene with interest, and then stared at Butcher.

- If you move again, Stillwell will be blown to bits," he raised his hand, which had a homemade remote control for the detonator, and he was already pressing the red button. - If I let go of the button, you won't even be able to do anything with your speed.

- What do you want, Butcher? - The blond sighed, looking at Stillwell.

- You set us up," Billy frowned. - Framed us so that suspicion would fall on us, not on you.

- That wasn't my intention, William. If you hadn't blown your cover everywhere you could, you wouldn't be in this situation. - Howlander replied irritably, glaring judgementally at the Briton.

- You're the one who put the V in our hands, and you're involved in all of this.

- You shouldn't have said that. - Super rolled his eyes, glaring at the shocked look on the woman's face. - Okay William, state your ultimatum.

Butcher fell silent and looked at the button he was clasping with his finger and raised his head, meeting the Homelander's gaze again. This was a chance that, if it didn't kill the bastard, would at least hurt him. And if it was even half as strong as his own after losing Becky, he would be satisfied. Unfortunately, not everything in life is so easily solved.

- I want my boys cleared of all charges and left alone.

- In exchange for Stillwell's life?

- Not only that," Butcher looked at him firmly. - In exchange for my freedom.

- Well," nodded Homelander, looking at him respectfully. - I agree.

An hour later the police arrived and took the Briton, who did not resist. The bomb was defused by the bomb squad, which was quickly finished in about thirty minutes. In the end, no one was left in the house except Stillwell and Homelander. Even Rachel had been taken to the hospital, so they were alone.

- I can't take it anymore. - The woman whimpered, turning sharply into a fat and bald man with a big nose.

- How disgusting it looks. - Homeylander grimaced in disgust.

- I'm sorry, sir. I didn't mean to. - Doppelganger exhaled, trying to catch his breath. He couldn't stay in the alien form for too long, it made him ache. Four hours was definitely too long.

- What you heard.

- Rest assured, I won't say anything to anyone," he interrupted the blond. - Not even Miss Stillwell will know about it, let alone Stan Edgar!

- Yes, none of them will know," nodded Homelander, seeing the man's relieved smile. But the steel grip on his neck quickly turned it into a grimace of horror. - Because there would be no one to tell.

There was a loud crunch and the man's neck broke and his eyes glazed over. John looked at the body that had fallen to the floor with regret on his face, realising what he had just done. But he also knew for sure that it was necessary.

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