Marvel X The Boys

The air inside the warehouse was suffocating.

Not because of the dust, or the smoke, or even the tension—

But because Homelander was smiling.

That smug, predatory grin. The kind that belonged to a man who had never once been afraid.

"Well?" Homelander spread his arms, floating slightly above them, his red cape fluttering. "Someone gonna make a move, or are we just gonna stand here and admire me?"

The room was frozen.

Until Steve Rogers took a step forward.

Steve's shield locked into place on his arm. His stance was solid, unshaken.

"You killed innocent people," he said, voice steady.

Homelander smirked. "Yeah. And?"

Steve's jaw tightened. "Then you already know what happens next."

Homelander chuckled. "Oh, Cap. You're adorable. I gotta say, I always did like your movies."

His eyes flickered with mock amusement.

"But let's be honest—you're just the dollar store version of me."

Deadpool gasped. "OH MY GOD. HE DID NOT JUST SAY THAT."

Clint muttered, "He definitely just said that."

"HEY, AUDIENCE!" Deadpool turned toward the imaginary camera. "We're about to witness America vs. America, in the greatest patriot-on-patriot violence since—uh, whatever happened last week in Florida!"

Steve didn't hesitate.

He charged.

Steve swung first. His shield cut through the air in a perfect arc, aiming straight for Homelander's jaw.

Homelander tilted his head slightly, dodging it.

His smile widened.

"That all you got?"

Steve didn't answer. He didn't need to.

He spun mid-step, twisting his entire body, and SLAMMED the shield straight into Homelander's ribs.

BOOM!

The impact echoed through the warehouse, sending Homelander skidding back.

For the first time, the supe's grin faltered.

"Huh," he muttered, rubbing his side. "Didn't expect that."

Then his eyes glowed.

"Guess I'll have to actually try."

Butcher's Reckless Move

While Steve was holding Homelander's attention, Butcher did what he did best—

Something unbelievably stupid.

"OI!" he barked, already mid-sprint.

Homelander barely had time to turn before Butcher leaped off a crate, crowbar in both hands—

And slammed it into his face.

CRACK!

Homelander's head snapped to the side.

For a second, silence.

Then slowly, Homelander turned back. His expression was dead neutral.

"...Ow," he said flatly.

Butcher grinned. "That hurt, didn't it?"

Homelander punched him straight through a wall.

As Butcher crashed into a pile of crates with a very concerning crunch, Deadpool took center stage.

He cracked his knuckles. "Alright, my turn!"

Homelander blinked. "Who the hell are you?"

"Me?" Deadpool grinned, twirling his katanas. "I'm your worst nightmare."

Homelander raised an eyebrow. "Doubt it."

Deadpool paused. "Okay, fine, I'm your most annoying nightmare. Happy?"

Without warning, he flipped forward, katanas flashing.

SHWING!

He aimed straight for Homelander's smug face.

Homelander caught the blades in his bare hands.

"Nice try," he said.

Then he snapped them in half.

Deadpool stared at his broken swords.

"...Well, that was rude."

Homelander reared back a fist—

BLAM!

A grenade launcher went off, blasting Homelander directly in the chest.

He barely budged.

Deadpool turned to Frenchie, who was holding the smoking launcher. "You and me? Best friends now."

Escalation

Homelander wasn't amused anymore.

His eyes burned red, and his smile was gone.

"Enough playing around," he said. "You're all dead."

Tony fired repulsors. Steve swung his shield again. Natasha and Clint moved to flank.

But Homelander moved first.

BOOM!

He vanished in a blur.

And the real fight began.