Chapter 30: When S*** Gets Worse
The warehouse was a war zone.
Steve was bracing for another hit. Butcher was pulling himself out of a pile of broken crates, coughing up dust. Tony's HUD was flashing red with danger warnings.
And Deadpool? He was loving every second.
Homelander hovered in the center of it all, calm, composed, and deadly. His red eyes burned.
"You guys are really dragging this out," Homelander muttered. "Let's just end this—"
And then—
BOOOOOM.
A Blast from Beyond
The entire building trembled. The ground shook.
Then—a shockwave ripped through the air, sending everyone staggering.
A deep, echoing roar rumbled from somewhere, shaking the very fabric of reality.
And then—silence.
Homelander paused mid-sentence.
Steve, breathing heavily, lowered his shield slightly.
Butcher wiped blood from his mouth, scowling. "What the bloody hell was that?"
Deadpool stood up straight. His head turned slowly toward the imaginary audience.
"...Did we just piss off Godzilla?"
The Sky is Shattered
Then, everyone saw it.
The sky.
Or rather—what was left of it.
The warehouse windows shattered, revealing the world outside.
And in the sky, dimensional rifts had appeared.
Huge, gaping cracks of shattered glass-like reality, glowing with an eerie purple-blue light. The very air vibrated with unnatural energy, sending ripples across the city.
And deep inside the largest tear…
Something moved.
Something big.
Something that let out another roar, this time deeper, louder.
A sound that did not belong to this world.
Everyone Stops Fighting
For a moment—a single, surreal moment—everyone forgot they were trying to kill each other.
Even Homelander.
Even Butcher.
Even Deadpool.
Everyone just… stared.
The room was filled with dust, smoke, blood, and broken debris. But outside?
The real chaos was only just beginning.
Deadpool started hysterically laughing.
Not just a chuckle.
Not just a snicker.
A full-body, hysterical laugh, his hands on his knees, wheezing like he had just seen the funniest thing in the multiverse.
"OH. MY. GOD."
He wiped an imaginary tear from his mask.
"Alright, folks! Let's recap! We started with The Boys and The Avengers meeting up, which was already a crossover fever dream, THEN The Seven showed up and started acting like they owned the place—BUT WAIT, THERE'S MORE!"
He threw his hands toward the sky cracks.
"Because NOW, the actual plot is kicking in! That's right! Forget your petty little superpowered gang war, because we just opened the door to the Eldritch Kaiju Apocalypse!"
He pointed toward the glowing rift.
"IF A GIANT LIZARD FOOT STEPS OUT OF THAT THING, I SWEAR TO GOD I'M SUING TOHO STUDIOS."
Tony, still processing, muttered, "I hate that I agree with him."
Reality is Falling Apart
The sky continued to crack. The air hummed with energy.
And that roar came again—louder, closer.
A gust of unnatural wind rushed through the warehouse, carrying with it an eerie whispering sound—like a thousand voices speaking at once, just on the edge of being understandable.
Steve exhaled sharply. "We need to move. Now."
"Agreed," Tony said immediately.
Butcher, who was still glaring at Homelander, spat blood onto the floor. "Ain't done with you yet, sunshine."
Homelander still hadn't moved. His expression was calculating, like he was debating whether this was even worth his time.
And then—
He grinned.
"Oh, this?" Homelander gestured toward the sky. "This is gonna be fun."