As Homelander In Multiverse

While Azu attended the auction, Starlight left the Seven Tower.

She had already changed out of her low-cut, revealing battle suit and put on a hooded tracksuit and jeans. With a canvas backpack slung over her shoulder, she looked like a college student just off class as she stepped into the subway.

At the subway station, the walls were covered with her oversized advertisement posters, drawing a crowd of men.

"Starlight is so beautiful."

"No kidding. Look at that body. Absolutely perfect."

"If only she were my girlfriend."

"Careful, she might sit on you and crush you."

A mother and her young son, not older than ten, passed by. The boy pointed excitedly at the poster: "Mom, look, it's Starlight!"

"Don't look! Hurry up, let's go. Kids shouldn't see these things."

Hearing these comments, Starlight instinctively pulled her hood over her head and lowered it as much as possible to hide her face.

"This is so embarrassing."

"Annie, what the hell are you doing?"

"Is this the life you wanted?"

"You wanted to be a superhero, not a stripper. Look at what you're wearing—you're practically naked, turning into an exhibitionist."

Starlight quickened her pace. Just as a subway train arrived, she stepped in and sat near the door.

She clutched her backpack tightly, shrinking into her seat to avoid contact with others.

Soon, a new passenger sat beside her—a woman of short stature, with an asymmetrical hairstyle and an ear full of piercings.

The woman was chewing gum, blowing a bubble that popped with a sharp snap. Then she continued chewing.

"Nice weather tonight?"

Starlight froze for a moment, wondering if this woman was trying to start a conversation.

Without responding, Starlight pulled a pair of earphones from her backpack, preparing to put them on.

The woman casually took one of the earbuds and placed it in her own ear. "What kind of music do you like?"

Starlight frowned and turned to her. "Excuse me, miss, do we know each other?"

The woman blew another bubble, and the subway began moving. As they passed an advertising display showing Starlight's half-body portrait, the woman glanced at it.

"I know you, but you don't know me."

"Hello, Starlight."

"I'm Stormfront."

Starlight blinked, sizing up the woman. "Stormfront? Sounds like a superhero name."

"Are you a superhero?"

Stormfront laughed heartily. "I used to be."

Starlight's expression grew cautious. "You're not a superhero anymore?"

"Not at all."

Stormfront pulled out a pack of gum. "Ever since that damn Homelander killed my boss, I not only stopped being a superhero but probably became a wanted criminal too."

Starlight immediately realized she shouldn't keep talking to this woman.

She stood up, still polite. "Excuse me."

"Leaving so soon?"

"What's the matter? Are you scared of Homelander too?"

"You should be. Working with that psycho, you never know when he'll point his laser at your chest."

Stormfront gestured suggestively at her own chest.

Starlight ignored her and moved to the other end of the subway car. She had barely sat down when Stormfront followed her and shoved a phone into her hand.

On the phone was surveillance footage showing Homelander firing laser beams to kill Vought's former CEO, Edgar.

The phone slipped from her trembling hands and fell to the floor.

"Oh my god."

Starlight covered her mouth. "Mr. Edgar was…"

Stormfront picked up the phone, grinning. "Shocking, isn't it?"

"That so-called paragon of justice is actually a murderer."

"Let me guess—he probably told you Edgar went missing, didn't he?"

"And let me guess again, he probably said Black Noir and Translucent are also missing."

Starlight looked up at the woman. "What are you trying to say?"

Stormfront smirked. "You know exactly what I mean, don't you?"

Starlight shook her head. "I don't know what you're after, but I can tell you, I can't do anything."

Stormfront chuckled. "Smart girl."

"But I do need your help."

"You're a superhero, aren't you?"

"What you did in the Empire State Building during Manhattan's Fall was incredible."

"You protected those people. I'm your fan, truly."

"So now, don't you think you should step up, protect the innocent, and expose Homelander's true nature?"

Stormfront leaned in close, whispering into Starlight's ear. "Believe me, he's a demon."

"When he gets bored of this hero game, he'll 'zap' and kill everyone with his laser eyes."

For a moment, Starlight remembered that night in the Empire State Building when Homelander's heat vision killed several people.

She also recalled her conversation with Homelander earlier that morning at the Seven Tower.

A voice inside her said: This woman is right. Annie, you need to stop Homelander!

At that moment, the subway reached a station. Starlight stood up silently, preparing to leave.

Stormfront didn't follow her. She simply called out from behind:

"Ask yourself."

"If you're willing to help…"

"I'll be at Federal Library, Aisle A, Shelf 13, this Sunday at 4 PM."

Starlight tightened her grip on her backpack and quickly exited the subway.

As the train doors closed, Stormfront sat down again.

A shadow appeared next to her.

Butcher looked at a Starlight poster outside the subway window. "You're a terrible negotiator. Why not just kidnap her?"

"Showing her the footage directly—are you trying to scare her off?"

Stormfront spat her gum out and stuck it under the seat. "You don't understand women, Butcher."

"To deal with women, you have to be straightforward."

"None of that beating around the bush nonsense. Aim straight for the heart."

"Trust me, she'll come."

"Like you said, she's one of the few superheroes with a conscience."

"She genuinely wants to be a hero, doesn't she?"

"A hero? Ha, what a joke."

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Monday Morning, Federal Department of Defense

The usual morning rush painted the scene outside the Federal Defense Department. Men clutching their newspapers or coffee cups, and women with their cherished handbags, hurried towards the imposing building entrance.

Suddenly, a thunderous roar erupted overhead, followed by a powerful gust of wind.

Newspapers plastered against men's faces, coffee spilled onto freshly polished shoes, and handbags soared skyward as the women's hair whipped wildly across their faces.

A faint tremor ran through the ground as two figures descended onto the open square.

Homelander and Queen Maeve.

Homelander, dressed in his signature patriotic suit and red cape, casually landed, bringing Queen Maeve with him. He laughed heartily at the startled expressions around them, gave a cheerful wave, and led Maeve toward the entrance.

The entrance required security clearance and ID verification, but for Homelander, such protocols were mere formalities. He passed through effortlessly.

Soon, the pair reached the Superhuman Oversight Office.

Walking in, Homelander greeted the few office workers already present.

"Good morning, everyone."

Turning to Maeve, he added, "Welcome to the office. This is where the magic happens."

"From now on, this is your workplace."

Maeve raised an eyebrow, a smirk tugging at her lips. "You can't be serious. You expect me to work here?"

Homelander shrugged. "Why not? Look, I can't always be around here, but I need someone reliable to keep an eye on things. I thought about it for a while and decided you're the perfect candidate."

"You've got a better sense of responsibility than I do, Maeve. I trust you to handle it."

Maeve crossed her arms and glanced around. "I doubt they'll agree to that. You're the head of this office, not me."

Homelander grinned and took her hand, leading her to his desk. Gently pressing her shoulders, he guided her into his chair.

"That's exactly why I can make it official," he declared. "As the head, I hereby appoint you as my acting representative. Now, the only question is—will you accept?"

Maeve chuckled. "I don't mind, but don't you think my outfit's a bit... inappropriate for this place? I noticed the sign near the entrance said, 'Proper Attire Required.'"

Homelander stepped back, gesturing dramatically. "On the contrary, I think your outfit could inspire the staff. Boost morale, even!"

"If I were one of them, I'd definitely work harder with Queen Maeve in the building."

Maeve burst into laughter, her mood noticeably lightened.

But their moment was interrupted.

Thump, thump, thump!

The sound of firm footsteps approached. A woman entered—Jennie Clement, Director of the Contract Management Bureau under the Defense Department.

Homelander's demeanor didn't falter. With a beaming smile, he introduced her to Maeve.

"Look who's here—Director Jennie Clement herself! Maeve, this is the head of the Contract Management Bureau."

Maeve extended a friendly hand. "Good morning, ma'am."

The Black director's expression remained stone-cold, and she didn't take Maeve's hand.

Homelander's smile froze, his gaze turning sharp.

Jennie's voice was steady but firm. "Homelander, you need to understand this isn't the Seven's tower. The Defense Department is filled with classified information. You can't just bring anyone in."

Homelander's smile twitched. "Not even Maeve?"

"Not even Queen Maeve," Jennie replied flatly.

Homelander raised a hand, his tone turning defensive. "Here's the thing. I have a lot on my plate, so I'm appointing Maeve as my representative. From now on, you'll see her around regularly."

Jennie wasn't having it. "Appointments within the Defense Department require formal procedures. I haven't received any notification about Maeve's employment—let alone a contract."

With that, she slapped a folder onto the desk.

"This is your current contract with the Defense Department. If there are no issues, sign it, Mr. Minister."

Without another word, she turned and walked out.

Maeve shrugged. "Looks like I'm no help to you here."

Homelander's gaze followed Jennie's retreating figure. "I wouldn't be so sure."

He turned to Maeve, a mischievous glint in his eye. "I'm the Chosen One. Anyone who stands in my way... well, let's just say God will take care of them."

Maeve chuckled nervously, placing a hand on his shoulder. But when she glanced outside, she froze.

In the hallway, Jennie Clement suddenly spun around, sprinted toward a window, and leapt out.

The hallway fell silent as everyone processed what had just happened.

Screams erupted, and a crowd rushed to the window.

"Dear God." Maeve vaulted through the window and landed below, where she found Jennie lying in a pool of blood, her body twitching faintly.

Checking her pulse, Maeve called out urgently, "Someone call an ambulance!"

When she glanced up, she saw Homelander at the window, his dazzling smile sending chills down her spine.

Looking back at Jennie's broken body, Maeve couldn't shake the unease gnawing at her.

Elsewhere, on TV:

"Last night, a horrifying murder case unfolded. Eight people were found dead in a basement. Authorities believe the killer is this woman."

The screen displayed a grainy photo of a blood-soaked, beast-like Asian woman crouched on a cabinet. It was Kimiko, the infamous "Wolf Girl."

Homelander's smirk grew wider.

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Later that night, on a remote highway near New York.

A young mother sat in a broken-down car, soothing her two frightened children.

"Don't worry. I've called roadside assistance. They'll be here soon."

Out of nowhere, a group of bikers surrounded the car, their engines growling.

"Mom, I'm scared," one child whimpered.

The mother climbed into the back seat, cradling her kids. "It's okay. I'll protect you."

A face pressed against the window, startling the children.

"Need help, ma'am?" a biker sneered. "Step out. We'll take you back to town."

"No, thank you," the mother replied hurriedly. "Help is already on the way."

"Well, that's a shame," the biker drawled, pulling out a gun. "Guess we'll just take your money instead."

Before the mother could react, something thudded onto the car roof.

The bikers froze, staring upward.

"What the hell is that?" one of them yelled.

Moments later, chaos erupted as an unseen force began picking off the bikers one by one.

High above, Levin hovered in his harpy-like form, his wings beating silently in the night.

With a casual flick, he discarded the lifeless body of one of the bikers into the forest below.

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