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The night sky was a canvas painted with twinkling stars and grey clouds, a serene backdrop to the ominous events unfolding. Homelander, hovering high in the air, watched intently as the Mayor of Baltimore and his son chatted in his private jet.
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Earlier in the day, he ‘overheard’ a secretive conversation between the mayor and his with Madelyn Stillwell, Voughts Senior Vice President of Hero Management and the person responsible for managing the superhero team, The Seven. His laser-sharp eyes narrowed as he listened to their conversation through the bugs he planted in his bosses office.
The Mayor of Baltimore somehow knew about Compound V, the very serum that grants all superheroes their amazing abilities, a truth that had to remain buried. After all, if the public or the government learned that it was a serum, and not an act of god, that gave each hero their powers, then all hell would break loose.
A wicked grin twisted Homelander's lips as he formulated a plan to safeguard Vought's dark secret. With a menacing determination, he soared into the night, intercepting Mayor Daniels' private jet mid-flight. The unsuspecting mayor and his young son enjoyed the night sky through the jet's windows, blissfully unaware of the impending doom.
Suddenly, the young boys eyes widened as he noticed a familiar figure through the window, his excitement skyrocketing. “Daddy! Look! It’s him! It’s Homelander!”
And just as the Mayor saw the figure flying alongside their plane, Homelander struck with ruthless precision, bisecting the aircraft with his laser eyes. The jet burst into a fiery inferno as its two sides spiraled out of control, taking the lives of everyone on board. Their joy extinguished in an instant, replaced by the unforgiving flames of Homelander's wrath.
As the wreckage plummeted to the sea, Homelander soared upward, away from the tragic scene. The echo of the explosion lingered in the night air, a haunting reminder of the collateral damage left in his wake.
Homelander, cold and unmoved, was about to vanish into the night when his phone buzzed ominously. Retrieving the device, he answered the call from Vought, his steely gaze never leaving the descending plumes of smoke below.
"What?" Homelander demanded, his voice a low growl of annoyance.
"Sir, we have a situation. Intruders have breached the building and supposedly killed the Deep. The guards we dispatched to stop them have not returned either," a nervous Vought representative relayed urgently.
Homelander's eyes flashed with a mix of annoyance and curiosity. "That smelly fish is finally dead? …I'll handle it."
With that, he hung up, the cool detachment returning to his features. In an instant, Homelander shot into the sky, leaving behind the wreckage of the mayor's jet, which just crashed into the ocean before sinking down to the bottom, disappearing completely.
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In the aftermath of Translucent's agonized ‘dismemberment’, Starlight stood frozen, torn between the principles of heroism and the satisfaction of seeing justice served. As MJ took matters into her own hands, disintegrating the invisible villain's most sensitive parts, Starlight grappled with the dilemma of whether to allow condone such vigilante behavior.
Translucent rolled on the floor, cradling his wounded crotch as he screamed, “Aaaargghh! You f•cking b•tch! I’ll kill you! I’ll butcher your whole f•cking family…!”
Ignoring Translucent's mad ravings, MJ approached Starlight and with a wave of her hand, effortlessly cleansing her from the bloody remnants of the Deep's demise. “Are you alright? Do you need anything?”
Concern etched across her features, MJ began a series of questions, ensuring Starlight's well-being after the traumatic events that had unfolded. The unexpected kindness from these strangers left Starlight with conflicting emotions, her perception of heroism shifting in the face of their unconventional methods.
Starlight nodded dumbly, “Yeah, I’m okay… T-Thank you…”
Interrupting the moment, the wounded ‘hero’ kept screaming at them. “Who the f•ck are you thanking, you wh•re!”
As Translucent's profanities persisted, irritating Peter, he intervened by snapping his fingers, inducing a deep slumber upon the foul-mouthed idiot, similar to the guards. Instantly, the room fell silent, the only sounds being the unconscious guards and Translucent's sizzling crotch.
While Translucent lay incapacitated, MJ guided Starlight away from the chaotic scene. Concerned for the young heroine after all that’s happened, MJ's decided to provide all of the comfort and support that she could. She may not know this universe or its characters as Peter does, but when it comes to Starlight, she couldn’t help but want to help the poor girl.
Starlight, on the other hand, felt as though she was being mothered, but in the end she decided to just go along with it. ‘This is actually kind of nice…’ she thought as MJ pulled her along behind her.
As they moved to the other side of the room, away from all of the bodies and the gruesome remains of the Deep, MJ gestured to Starlight, and offered, “We should probably get you out of here. Some fresh air would help clear your mind after, well… everything.”
Hesitant but grateful, Starlight nodded her head. “Uh, okay, sure. But we have to come back later. I need to explain everything that’s happened to my boss…”
With a nod of agreement, MJ waved her hand, conjuring a shimmering portal before them. Starlight's eyes widened in surprise, marveling at the seemingly magical abilities these two possessed. She couldn't help but wonder about the extent of Peter and MJ's powers. After all, they seem to be quite versatile and useful.
As they stepped through the portal, leaving behind the unsettling events, Starlight couldn't shake the feeling that her life had taken an unexpected turn, intertwining with these enigmatic strangers.
During their departure, Starlight hesitated and turned back to glance at Peter and MJ’s ship. Uncertain, she asked, “Should we be leaving your phone box thing behind?”
Peter, with a casual shrug, replied, “Thanks for worrying, but it’s safe. No one in this universe is strong enough to touch our ship, let alone get inside.”
Starlight raised an eyebrow as she looked back at the normal looking phone box. ‘This universe? Ship?’ She couldn’t help but read into Peter’s words.
As everyone stepped into the portal, which began to close behind them, Peter glanced back just in time to catch a glimpse of Homelander floating outside the window, his glowing red gaze fixated on them. But before he could make his move, the portal snapped shut, leaving behind a bloody room full of sleeping figures and an odd-looking blue phone box.
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As Peter, MJ, and Starlight stepped out of the shimmering portal, the serene surroundings of a quiet park welcomed them. MJ, sensing the need for a private conversation, guided Starlight to a park bench, leaving Peter to wander off on his own, which he didn’t mind. After all, they were probably going to talk about what the Deep did to Starlight, so a man’s presence probably wasn’t welcome at the moment.
Recalling the newly acquired possessions, which he looted from the last universe, Peter pondered whether or not he should take out the Deathly Hollows. ‘Ehh, f•ck it…’ he thought.
In a secluded corner of the park, he carefully pulled the Resurrection Stone, the Invisibility Cloak, and the Elder Wand from his storage necklace, placing them on the ground before him. Cautious not to hold all three simultaneously, he set out to examine each Hollows, one by one.
For the next half-hour, Peter delved into the magical essence of the Resurrection Stone. His scans revealed its ability to summon ghosts, who haven’t moved on to the afterlife or entered the cycle of reincarnation, a power he found somewhat underwhelming. After all, ghosts could be summoned through spells as well, rendering the stone less extraordinary than he initially hoped.
Disappointed, Peter moved on to the Elder Wand, expecting grand revelations.
To his chagrin, the Elder Wand, while undoubtedly a potent magical conduit, proved only marginally superior to other wands. The whispers of its legendary status fell short of the reality Peter faced.
Last but not least, the Invisibility Cloak, touted as a tool of unparalleled concealment, brought its own set of limitations. Though it could render the wearer unseen, it left sounds and smells untouched, a potential liability, especially for someone with heightened senses like himself.
After meticulously scanning each Hollow, Peter sighed in contemplation. The tales of the three brothers and the mastery over death seemed more like folklore than a tangible reality. Picking up each Hollow one by one, he awaited a mystical revelation that never came. No ethereal embodiment of death appeared, no proclamation of mastery echoed through the quiet park.
Peter let out a sigh, ‘I guess it was too good to be true…’
With a tinge of disappointment, Peter accepted that the Hollows were not the keys to the fabled mastery over death. They were potent magical artifacts, yes, but their significance fell short of the mythical narrative that he read about.
As he gathered the Hollows back into his storage necklace, Peter couldn't help pout as he made his way back across the park.
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Meanwhile, in the far reaches of the multiverse, as soon as Peter took hold of all three Hollows, a cloaked figure floating in a realm of pure darkness opened its ominous glowing eyes, “Intereting…”
A/N: 1562 words :)