(Tower of Vought)
Homelander called the Seven to the improvised meeting room.
"Hello..."
Deep entered nervously and saw Homelander staring out the window. He greeted him, but Homelander didn't respond, and Deep understood that Homelander wasn't in the mood for conversation. He made his way to a seat and sat in silence.
Deep was pale, hoping that A-Train wouldn't mention his depraved acts with an octopus to Homelander.
A minute later, another person knocked on the door before entering.
"Good morning..." A-Train said weakly.
When A-Train arrived, he saw Deep sitting with his head down and Homelander still looking out the window. Deep gave A-Train an imploring glance, but A-Train frowned, thinking, 'Leave me alone, you pervert!' He was also not in a better situation than Deep.
He had lost to Allen twice, once in front of a camera. He had become addicted to Compound V, had health issues that prevented him from performing at his best, and had been beaten and captured by Butcher and the boys. A-Train had made failure after failure and it scared him.
A-Train nervously glanced at Homelander. In addition to all of the above, he was a traitor at this moment. As part of his deal with Butcher, he had agreed to be an informant in exchange for keeping the recordings of the attempt on Popclaw's life, his constant use of "drugs," and other actions from seeing the light of day.
A-Train was in a constant state of tension, unsure if Homelander would kill him at that moment. At least the situation with Charlotte (Popclaw) was resolved, as she would remain in hiding. If A-Train hadn't killed her, Homelander would have killed him. She agreed—or rather, she had no choice, given that she had also committed many horrific acts as a superhero.
Currently, Frenchie is in charge of monitoring Charlotte. It was curious how Popclaw, who was supposed to be a parody of Catwoman, ended up.
After a minute of awkward silence, Maeve entered with a relaxed and indifferent attitude towards her "teammates." She looked at Deep, who was bowing his head like a defeated puppy, and at A-Train, who was breathing slightly labored due to nervousness. Finally, Maeve's attention turned to Homelander, the man in the cape.
She didn't spare him a second glance and didn't even bother to greet him. Instead, she sat down in a chair and crossed her arms.
Homelander looked back when he didn't hear Maeve greet him. This struck him as odd, but he decided to let it slide.
Madelyn entered accompanied by Luke and Sam. It wasn't that they were close; it was just that Madelyn was trying to forge a closer bond with them, but it was futile. Stan Edgar had raised them personally, and a little manipulation and sweet talk wouldn't even be to their liking.
"Well, it seems that most of us are here..." Madelyn smiled and introduced them with enthusiasm, "These are Golden Boy and Silver Boy. They are a lovely pair of very skilled brothers."
A-Train and Deep were surprised, as the new members were very young, even younger than Starlight.
"Isn't it dangerous... to have two teenagers in the Seven?" Deep asked with a fearful smile.
Madelyn snorted disdainfully at Deep.
"They will be more useful than you, rest assured."
To everyone's surprise, including Madelyn's and the brothers', it was Homelander who spoke this time. However, the fact that he acknowledged others' abilities left them speechless.
Madelyn stopped speaking and looked at Homelander's back. Since Stan Edgar's letter, he had acted differently. He seemed to need less attention and had become more composed.
"We're still missing two members, but I suppose we can start," Homelander said, drawing everyone's attention.
Madelyn had Sam and Luke sit in their chairs and moved aside. In the Seven's meetings, Homelander usually did most of the talking, and she was rarely present, but this time, it was Homelander who had requested her presence.
Homelander turned and walked slowly to the table. "First of all, these are Luke and Sam. They may seem like kids to you, but both were able to stop me for a moment."
In reality, they had even knocked him down, but Homelander wouldn't say that, nor would Madelyn, and certainly not the brothers.
Maeve, Deep, and A-Train were understandably shocked. It wasn't an exaggeration to say that most supers in the world would die instantly if Homelander wanted to kill them; those few who survived more than a second would either end up dead or escape.
"Of course, they are very talented young men and just the kind of potential we need... Golden Boy, as you may have heard, is very popular. However, Silver Boy doesn't seem like someone designed to be in the spotlight."
Luke placed his hand on his younger brother's shoulder, signaling him not to worry. Sam smiled slightly without saying a word.
Homelander watched the pair in silence but showed no hostility. "I would be worried about having two people who speak little, but now that Black Noir is indisposed, we can accept it."
"Do we have permission from their parents?" Maeve asked rudely, making Homelander raise an eyebrow and look at her with suspicion, but she ignored it. "It's not necessary; they are orphans, and they are directly recommended by... Stan."
Homelander paused, nearly referring to Stan Edgar as "father." It was inexplicably difficult to do so.
Homelander coughed and moved on to the next topic, ignoring Maeve's objections, which made her frown. However, she eventually stopped caring; the two brothers seemed to accept everything.
"There have been horrible things happening, and Vought has suffered substantial losses. We have lost sponsors and popularity."
Companies always prioritize their profits and reputation. They are not willing to risk associating with Vought if they allow a villain to attack them so easily. Of course, Vought isn't naïve, and every contract they sign includes clauses to protect against early cancellation.
Thanks to this, brands had to pay billions in losses to break their alliance with Vought, which resulted in exorbitant profits for them.
"Currently, we've lost seventy percent of sponsorships but have made four billion dollars. However, we will make them regret abandoning Vought."
"How will we do that? The people don't trust us," A-Train said, shaking his head slightly.
"Heh, it's simple. We'll make them need us..."
Homelander smiled at Madelyn, giving her the floor. She took a deep breath and stepped forward.
"Our team has prepared multiple interviews and promotional events," Madelyn said seriously. "This time, we won't suppress the voices of protest as much, so they will be questioned harshly, criticized, and accused. But they must endure it."
"For what?" Maeve and A-Train asked simultaneously, but Madelyn did not answer and only smiled.
"You'll find out," Homelander concluded with a cruel smile.
...
Everyone left the meeting room except for A-Train. He was frightened and kept his distance.
Homelander laughed at this, walked to a small bar in the office, and took two glasses of wine.
"Don't get nervous, A-Train," Homelander smiled. "It must have been difficult for you to kill your girlfriend, what was her name... eh."
"Charlotte... she was Popclaw, and yes, it was hard, but she was a damn traitor. She stole Compound V... I don't know how she found it. It was hidden in my apartment, and I only..."
"Relax," Homelander said, opening a bottle while still smiling. "It was a relief to know that at least this time you did your job..."
Homelander walked over to A-Train and offered him a glass. He hesitated for a moment but decided to take the glass from Homelander's hand.
"Thanks..."
"A-Train, my friend, we are colleagues and I'd even say we're like family."
A-Train felt nervous and confused by Homelander's strangely kind words. It was true that Homelander had been acting oddly, almost not like a narcissistic and compulsive killer.
A-Train took the wine and began to relax a bit. Homelander noticed this and placed a hand on A-Train's shoulder. A-Train immediately wanted to pull away but couldn't.
"A-Train, you must understand that sometimes we have to do difficult things, and if we don't, we risk losing something."
"Wait, I swear I will not make any more mistakes!"
"Yeah..." Homelander smiled and leaned his mouth close to A-Train's ear. "It's funny, but most supers consider themselves special and chosen by God, but that's not the case, is it?"
"Brother, what are you trying to say?"
"Don't you think Vought, or rather Stan Edgar, wouldn't ensure that his product is always where he wants it to be?"
A-Train began to sweat, and Homelander enjoyed this. He then pulled out a phone and opened an app.
[Popclaw, Avenue 5...]
It was clearly a GPS with the current location of Popclaw.
A-Train gasped and looked in horror. "Do we have trackers on us?—AAAHHHHG!!!"
A-Train felt a terrible pain in his leg and fell to the ground, watching in horror as the bone in his calf protruded grotesquely.
"A-Train, she moves too much to be dead, doesn't she?"
"I CAN EXPLAIN!"
"Relax, I'm not going to kill you. I understand it's love and all that, right?" Homelander walked to his chair and sat down while A-Train bled on the floor. "A-Train, the brave one who fought to protect Stan Edgar and suffered an injury that left him incapacitated..."
"You!!"
"Doesn't that sound like a nice headline?" Homelander smiled up at the sky through the window. "We'll appeal to tragedy and resurgence..."
A-Train felt a strong urge to kill Homelander, but as soon as he looked up at him, his blood froze, and he lowered his head.
"Did I ask if you liked it?"
A-Train almost broke his teeth from clenching them, drowning in pain and resentment. He had been willing to kill Charlotte, but instead, Homelander had likely, with Vought's knowledge, discarded her.
"I think... it's a good... idea..."
Every word that came from A-Train was like a knife of humiliation and suffering. It was akin to being forced to dig his own grave while smiling.
Some things seem persistent. A-Train ended up with a broken leg, and this time it wasn't Kimiko helping Hughie but rather Homelander's cruelty.
Homelander relished the situation but then looked at the app and frowned. No matter how much he searched for Starlight, she never appeared. It was as if something was blocking the signal at all times.
...
Annie smiled as she looked into Allen's eyes, her gaze soft and blurry. Allen immediately noticed the faint aroma of alcohol mixed with her fresh, sweet, feminine scent.
"Before you say anything, yes, I took a sip of the whiskey from the minibar..." Annie leaned toward him with a look that was both innocent and mischievous. "Otherwise, I'd be too embarrassed to do this."
Annie proceeded to unfasten her bra, exposing her breasts. Allen was not only surprised but also a bit embarrassed for misjudging Annie. He had mistaken her for a more timid girl. Her behavior was closer to her original self than the Annie from the series, but this was not the case.
This wasn't something Allen had planned, from getting involved with her to living together. However, these events happened because Allen decided to intervene in the story.
On the outside, Annie became a seductive woman. However, inside, she was terrified. Allen hadn't yet responded to her confession, and she had jumped on him. What if he rejected her, or worse, thought she was just a promiscuous woman?
Annie let out a pretty scream as their positions changed, and she ended up underneath Allen. Her expression shifted from playful to shocked. Without giving her a chance to respond, Allen kissed her directly.
Bocchi and Nokotan immediately fled, as the scene was too much for them. Rebecca shook her head, feeling pity for Annie. She had chosen the wrong opponent to enter this adult world.
Artoria calmly left the place. 2B remained silent, watching her master kiss Annie before touching her own lips. Noticing Rebecca's smile, she too left the room.
Rebecca stayed behind and even considered joining in, but Artoria returned and took her away.
...
Annie felt numb as her mouth was conquered by his. Allen had a nature that could easily be interpreted as calm, cordial, and kind, as long as he wasn't bothered, angered, or provoked. However, Annie had encountered a more aggressive, possessive, and passionate side of him.
His kisses took her breath away, and his hands sent a series of pleasurable shivers through her. Every part of her body melted under Allen's touch. From her legs to her neck, every part was explored and conquered by the hands of a lover experienced in pleasing women.
Annie's previously exposed breasts were cupped in Allen's hands and expertly kneaded, after several minutes she arched her back reaching climax.
"Hmm!....Nggh!....HMMMM!!!"
However, her mouth was covered, and she could not moan, so she endured in silence. Her strength drained away, and she quickly became at Allen's mercy. It was too much to expect Annie to actively resist him.
...
Allen stopped kissing Annie and pulled away to look at her. She was covered in a light layer of sweat, her pale skin now flushed from the heat. Her chest rose and fell slowly as she tried to catch her breath. Allen, on the other hand, was completely fresh. Annie noticed this contrast, she was not an ordinary woman but still felt powerless.
"Do you want to continue?" Allen asked calmly with a warm smile, and Annie felt her pride hurt. Gathering her strength, she got up and unfastened Allen's pants.
"Don't underestimate me..." she said with determination. However, she swallowed her words when the dragon was released. Annie was even a bit scared; maybe it was too quick, but it was too late. Allen picked her up and kissed her again.
A small cry of pain was heard in the room, but it was soon replaced by moans and then screams from Annie.
For the next few hours, Annie was at Allen's mercy in every possible way.
(A/N: You already know the reason I don't usually write a lot of explicit content. maybe I'll make an extended version of this and publish it on Webnovel or elsewhere, of course, for free.)
(In Vought everyone is scared to death and A-Train... but with Allen, Annie dies in another sense🍷🗿)
...
By nightfall, Annie woke up in Allen's arms. She was so embarrassed that she buried her head in the sheets.
"Good night..."
"I..." Annie couldn't find the words, but at the same time, she clung to Allen.
Allen smiled and got up, he carried Annie in his arms and carried her to the bathtub for a bath together. Annie screamed in surprise and clung to Allen.
"What are you doing?!"
"I'm giving you a bath, of course," Allen laughed. "I'd like to stay longer, but Cate and Kimiko are alone at home, and there's no one to cook."
"I know, but I can do it myself!"
"Really?" Allen asked skeptically.
Annie wanted to insist but felt a slight pain and numbness in her hips and legs. She was stunned. She could withstand bullets and explosions, right?
Annie was embarrassed but didn't refuse. Allen carried her while they were both naked.
Annie submerged herself in the water, not daring to look at Allen, who sat behind her.
Annie scolded herself. They had practically seen everything of each other, yet she still felt embarrassed. Regardless, there was no reason to feel embarrassed to this extent, especially not with the man beside her, but he was perfect in every part of his well-trained body and attractive appearance.
Annie swallowed as she looked at Allen's bare torso.
...
(On the streets of New York)
Frenchie went out to buy some food for Charlotte. Even though she was a prisoner, she was not being treated poorly. She waited in the car patiently, wearing dark glasses and a mask.
She was supposed to be dead, so she didn't mind revealing herself. She did it not for A-Train, who had shown that all his professed love for her wasn't enough to give up his fame and place in the Seven.
Frenchie got into the car and handed Charlotte a burger. She began eating under Frenchie's astonished gaze.
"What?"
"Oh Mademoiselle, I thought you'd be too depressed to eat, having to fake your own death..."
"Just because I'm depressed doesn't mean I can't eat," Charlotte questioned. "My career was already dead. When I was younger, I had tons of fans, but time is a cruel enemy to superheroes who rely on men's attention."
"But you're still very beautiful."
Charlotte was surprised by that statement and then smiled slightly. "Thank you. You're not a heartless bastard after all..."
"Haha, well, let's go."
A heavy object fell in front of the vehicle, cracking the concrete. Soon, the smoke cleared, revealing Sam, who had adopted the name Silver Boy in this world.
A truck couldn't brake and honked at Sam to move, but he didn't. The truck hit him but didn't move him, and appeared to crash into a steel pole sticking into the ground, splitting it in half.
Frenchie quickly turned the key in the car to start it, but the car wouldn't start.
"Come on, Frenchie!"
"I'm trying!"
Amid the pile of wreckage, Sam emerged without a scratch. Sam's most notable feature was his strength, followed by his resilience; he was practically Hercules.
Frenchie started the car and accelerated past Sam, who watched him silently.
They quickly got away, and Charlotte sighed in relief. However, once again, someone fell in front of them. This time, it was a figure engulfed in flames, while the ground melted and the cars around ignited from the heat.
Frenchie looked in the rearview mirror at Sam Riordan, and in front of them was Luke Riordan.
There was no escape. Frenchie opened his door and stepped out.
"You need to run towards the strong guy; he's not fast. He won't catch agile Popclaw..." Frenchie handed Charlotte the phone. "Call The Boys and tell them the situation, but prioritize escaping."
"No! What will you do?!"
"I'll buy time with the fire guy!"
"Frenchie, don't be ridiculous. Even for me, who has seen dozens of supers, those two are monsters!!"
Frenchie laughed and winked. "I'll be fine, Moncherry."
Frenchie walked to the trunk, yanked it open, and took out a metal bat, then faced Golden Boy.
Golden Boy was wrapped in flames as he melted the concrete. He was definitely a monster. Sam, no less terrifying, advanced like a Terminator.
Frenchie ignored Sam and walked toward Golden Boy with the bat. Charlotte watched in shock. When Frenchie got closer, his clothes started to burn, but he was unharmed.
The formula Allen had given them was a perfect version of the serum, but due to their age, it was unlikely, if not impossible, for them to develop unique abilities.
But in terms of strength and endurance, they had nothing to envy from supers of the Seven's level.
Frenchie smiled and swung at Golden Boy. He grabbed the bat and tried to melt it, but it didn't work.
[Adamantium baseball bat, Green Grade – A baseball bat made from one of the hardest metals in Marvel, rumored to be nearly indestructible.]
"...!?" Golden Boy's eyes widened. Frenchie grinned, yanked the bat, and then hit Golden Boy, sending him flying.
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A/N: Annie took Allen by surprise with her attitude, Allen took Annie by surprise with his "huge" skills 🍷🗿.