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C578 Spider-Man
🕑 Added 2023-12-26 08:47:54 +0000 UTCAbove the chaos, Homelander floated with an air of authority, his piercing blue eyes fixed on the spectacle below. The packed street had become a stage for Peter, who continued his relentless punishment on A-Train. The call from Vought’s social media team had alerted Homelander to the situation, urging him to rush over and intervene.
A practiced smile played on Homelander's lips as he addressed Peter, "My friend, I must apologize for any inconvenience A-Train may have caused. But let's not resort to unnecessary violence, shall we?" His voice projected with an artificial warmth, concealing the underlying disdain he felt for the situation.
With countless witnesses and cameras capturing every moment, Homelander knew the importance of maintaining his unblemished facade. Though he couldn’t help but curse A-Train in his mind, ‘You dumb motherf*cker… Why couldn’t you just do as Madelyn said... Now I have to play nice with this loser…’
Peter, looking up at the hovering superhero, responded with a sly grin, which didn’t go unnoticed. Homelander raised a brow, shocked and annoyed that someone would act so brazen in front of him.
Without a word, Peter added more pressure to his foot, eliciting another agonized scream from A-Train. “Aaaarrrrggghhh!” The crowd, now fully engaged in the unfolding drama, became an unwitting audience to this gruesome performance.
"As I already asked your friend here, why should I listen to you?" Peter's voice carried a defiant tone, challenging the leader of The Seven. “He attacked me. I'm just defending myself here~” He said, clearly goading Homelander.
Homelander's expression tightened, a flicker of irritation breaking through his composed demeanor. The weight of public scrutiny pushed him to keep up the charade. "I understand that, and I apologize. Now, please remove your foot from his head." he retorted, choosing his words carefully. “I’ll make sure he’s properly reprimanded for his actions.”
As the crowd's agitation grew, fueled by Homelanders' presence, shouts of condemnation echoed through the street.
“Yeah! Let A-Train go!”
“This is self defense?! Are you crazy?”
“Show him who’s boss, Homelander!”
“Homelander, I love you!”
Onlookers, now perceiving Peter as a threat, demanded his arrest. The situation escalated, turning the crowd against the man who dared challenge a member of The Seven.
Peter, amused by the turn of events, reveled in the irony of being seen as a villain. The chorus of voices denouncing him as cameras continued to capture the unfolding drama only fueled his amusement. He maintained his grip on A-Train, uncaring of the public's judgment.
…
Amidst the chaos, a car pulled up down the street. Billy Butcher and Hughie stepped out, their eyes fixed on the tumultuous scene. Billy's perpetual scowl deepened as he observed the unfolding conflict, his eyes glued to Homelander, his arch nemesis, the man who r*ped his wife, causing her to run off and disappear on him.
Hughie watched closely, ready to witness A-Train's downfall. "What do we do now? Should we help him?" he asked, uncertainty coloring his voice.
Billy, his eyes fixed on Peter and Homelander, grunted in response. "Help? And how exactly do you think you can help?” He asked, his condescending eyes digging into Hughie, who shrank away in fear. “Yeah, that’s what I thought.”
“Is there nothing we can do…?” Hughie asks dejectedly.
“We wait," Billy muttered, the gravity of the situation sinking in. The duo stood at a distance, observing the confrontation that had attracted the attention of The Seven's formidable leader.
…
The street pulsated with tension as Homelander descended from the sky, landing a few feet in front of Peter. The crowd hushed, the cameras capturing every nuance of the looming confrontation. Homelander's eyes locked onto Peter's, a predatory intensity in his gaze.
In a low, menacing voice, Homelander addressed Peter, "You've had your fun, but it's time to release him. This ends now." His words, laced with thinly veiled threats, were intended for Peter's ears alone, a whispered coercion hidden from the prying lenses.
Peter, however, remained unflustered. With a nonchalant shrug, he replied, "Sure thing, big guy. I'll give him back, but not before a little punishment. What do you say?" His sly smirk mocked the gravity of the situation, challenging Homelander's authority.
Unfazed by the audacity, Homelander watched as Peter withdrew his foot from A-Train's head. A-Train, momentarily relieved, let out a sigh of gratitude. Yet, the reprieve was short-lived. With a sudden and deliberate motion, Peter's boot descended, targeting A-Train's vulnerable leg.
The sickening crunch echoed through the street as A-Train's bone snapped in half, his anguished scream filling the air. The crowd gasped, a collective shudder of horror rippling through the onlookers. A-Train writhed in pain, clutching his mangled leg, the agony etched across his face.
Homelander's hands clenched into fists, a surge of fury coursing through him. It wasn't the injury to A-Train that irked him, it was the audacious defiance displayed by Peter. The subtle facade of control began to crack as Homelander struggled to contain his mounting rage.
Resolute, Peter continued his brutal display. Ignoring the shocked stares, he turned to Homelander with an amused glint in his eyes. "He's not off the hook yet," Peter declared, denying Homelander the opportunity to intervene. With a swift motion, he stomped on A-Train's other leg, duplicating the bone-snapping brutality.
The second snap resonated through the street, a visceral symphony of suffering. A-Train's agonized cries filled the air as he crumpled to the ground, broken and defeated.
…
Billy's couldn’t help but smile as he witnessed Peter's ruthless assault on A-Train, as well as his blatant defiance of Homelander. Even they could hear the crunch of breaking bones from their position down the street.
Billy exchanged a glance with Hughie, whose eyes gleamed with excitement, an eager anticipation for A-Train's downfall. "Hughie, you're enjoying this a bit too much, aren't you?" He muttered, his voice dripping with amusement.
Hughie, unable to contain his enthusiasm, grinned widely. "Can you blame me? This is karma!”
Billy rolled his eyes at Hughie's fervor but couldn't deny the satisfaction of seeing A-Train humbled and Homelander disrespected. The duo continued to observe from a distance, their emotions entwined with the unfolding chaos.
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As A-Train writhed in agony on the ground, Peter reveled in the aftermath of his calculated brutality. The once cocky and corrupt speedster now lay broken, a stark contrast to the arrogant hero who had interrupted his meal.
The air was charged with tension, the crowd's initial shock evolving into a mix of horror and vindication. They never expected to see the end of a heroes career. After all, without his legs, it wasn’t likely that A-Train would remain a member of the Seven.
Peter, standing triumphantly over the broken A-Train, turned his attention to Homelander with a sly grin. "Well, it looks like our playdate is over. You can have your friend back now."
Homelander's piercing blue eyes burned with a mix of fury and calculation. He was contemplating every gruesome retribution he could inflict on Peter for this audacious act. However, before he could unleash his wrath, his phone rang, shattering the tense silence.
Reluctantly, Homelander answered the call, his eyes never leaving Peter. "What?" he barked into the phone, irritation evident in his voice.
On the other end, Madelyn Sitwell's commanding voice resonated through the line. "Homelander, stand down. Retrieve A-Train and hand the phone to our mysterious friend."
Homelander clenched his jaw, torn between his desire for vengeance and Madelyn's authority. In the end, the latter prevailed. Begrudgingly, he picked up A-Train, hoisting him over his shoulder, and walked over to Peter, reluctantly handing him the phone.
Madelyn's voice greeted Peter with a tone that exuded control. "I've been watching your performance. Quite the show you put on."
Peter, unfazed, replied, "Yeah, I try my best to entertain. Now, what do you want?"
Madelyn chuckled, a calculated amusement in her voice. "I appreciate directness. I would like to extend an invitation. Come to Vought Tower. We have matters to discuss."
Without giving Madelyn the chance to elaborate, Peter responded, "Sure, I left my ride there anyway. I'll be there around noon." He said as he hung up the phone without giving her a chance to reply.
As the call ended, Peter tossed the phone back to Homelander, who seethed with restrained rage. "This isn't over," he growled.
Peter simply grinned, "Sure, but don’t keep mommy waiting. She might give you a spanking if you’re late." Even now he continued to taunt the strongest superhero on this planet without any fear.
With A-Train slung over his shoulder, Homelander took off into the sky, a scowl marred into his face. But as he flew off, he noticed MJ walking over to Peter and taking his arm, his eyes clouding over with lust.
Homelander suddenly smirked, an idea forming in his head. ‘I’ll take everything from you and make you beg me to end your worthless life…’
As Peter stood amidst the debris of the street, MJ wrapped around his arm, he couldn't help but notice the odd way Homelander was looking at his wife. ‘Is this motherf*cker seeking death?’
A/N: 1544 words :)
Comments
Jesua López Benitez
Contando las horas para el siguiente😰😩😩
Cosmicuni
oh man that was great 👍
