บท 63: I'm Homelander
Some time Later
Homelander touched down softly in the middle of the chaos, his boots making barely a sound as he landed on the battlefield.
The situation had escalated while he was busy elsewhere—now casualties littered the ground between the Brotherhood mutants and the army's forces.
His lips twisted in mild annoyance as he took in the scene.
'Great,' he thought bitterly. 'Of course, they couldn't handle it themselves. Casualties... Typical Ross. Can't handle anything without bodies piling up.'
He strolled forward with his usual swagger, hands behind his back, while the two opposing forces stared at him, uncertain.
Mutants on one side, soldiers on the other.
All frozen in place as if time itself stopped when he arrived.
He sighed. 'Did I really need to get involved?'
He was heading toward the prison.
Magneto had been captured, but the Brotherhood clearly hadn't taken that too well.
They were doing a piss-poor job trying to get him out, and things were already spiraling into a disaster. Not exactly pretty, as they say.
As Homelander approached the military's perimeter, General Ross predictably emerged, looking as stiff and self-righteous as ever. The man's eyes blazed with that same military arrogance.
"Homelander, this is a military operation. You need to—"
Before Ross could continue with whatever crap speech he had prepared, Homelander raised his hand in a calm, dismissive gesture. "Yeah, no. Let's skip the part where you try to tell me what to do, Ross. I'm not in the mood and i don't a give a fuck about how far up your ass the dildo of areogance is ."
Ross clenched his jaw, clearly aggravated, but he knew better than to push it.
Homelander was already walking past him, paying no attention to the seething general or the tense soldiers gripping their rifles.
They wouldn't fire; they knew better.
As he walked toward the prison, his mind was already racing, thinking about Magneto.
The real question, Homelander mused, is whether this Magneto is legit.
The Master of Magnetism had many versions throughout the multiverse and the man could be hit or miss.
Some Magnetos were driven by genuine passion for mutantkind, others were just power-hungry tyrants with a superiority complex.
If this version of Magneto was truly about the cause, about fighting for his people—well, then Homelander could work with that.
He already had some potential recruits for his own team in mind, and a real-deal Magneto would fit in just fine.
But if Magneto was just another off-brand tyrant... then it'd be simpler to eliminate him and save everyone the headache.
As Homelander moved closer to the prison entrance, he turned his attention to the Brotherhood mutants.
They were edgy, but they didn't make a move. They knew better, and he respected that, at least.
He approached the reinforced doors to the prison and, with a casual motion, placed his hand on the thick metal.
His eyes narrowed for a moment as he applied just the slightest amount of force, and the door crumbled under his grip like it was made of paper.
He stepped through the now-open entrance, his mind focused on Magneto.
The alarms inside the prison were deafening, but Homelander barely noticed them.
He was walking deeper into the prison, searching for the man of the hour.
It didn't take long before he found the cell where they were keeping Magneto. The older man, shackled and locked down by every restraint the military could think of, looked up as Homelander entered.
"Magneto," Homelander said flatly, leaning casually against the cell bars, eyes scanning the powerful mutant. "I'll make this quick. Are you truly fighting for your people here?"
Magneto met his gaze evenly, his expression as steely as ever despite his current predicament. "I fight for the future of my race," he said, his voice filled with the conviction that had always defined him.
"The humans... will never understand what we are, what we could become. .."
Homelander studied him for a long moment, eyes narrowing slightly as he sensed no falsehoods.
The man didn't flinch. He wasn't backing down from his stance, not even in chains.
Homelander nodded slowly. "Alright," he thought.
"Well," he finally said aloud, straightening up, "if you're the real deal, I could use someone like you. I'm building something. A team. And if your conviction's genuine, then maybe we can work together."
Magneto looked at him curiously, but remained silent, waiting.
"But," Homelander added, his voice taking on a dangerous edge, "if you're full of it... well, I can snap your neck before you even realize what happened. So, you know, think carefully."
The two men locked eyes, and for a moment, the weight of what was at stake hung in the air.
Magneto didn't waver.
His confidence and belief in his cause didn't falter.
Homelander smirked. "Alright, old man. Let's get you out of here."
With a casual wave of his hand, the restraints holding Magneto shattered, clattering to the ground in pieces. The alarms continued to blare, but Homelander ignored them as he gestured for Magneto to follow him out.
The Brotherhood mutants outside perked up as they saw Homelander walking back out of the prison, Magneto in tow.
Homelander strolled confidently, hands behind his back again, whistling a soft tune as he went.
"Guess it's your lucky day, I'm going to start working for your cause " Homelander said with a smirk, glancing at Magneto.
He had no reason not to after all he wasn't weak anymore.
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As Homelander strode out of the prison facility, a calm air of confidence surrounded him.
He had already dealt with the mutants, teleporting them somewhere safe before Ross and his army could pull any underhanded moves.
He knew Ross well enough to understand the man would be scheming something, but Homelander was always two steps ahead.
As he walked into the open, hundreds of camera lenses turned toward him, focusing on his every move.
Soldiers stood on edge, and reporters clamored for attention, shouting his name.
Homelander moved, unbothered, his expression a cool smile.
His gaze locked onto General Ross, who stood smugly nearby, clearly under the impression he had everything under control.
But Homelander knew better. Ross was a nuisance, a thorn that would only get worse with time.
Better to nip the problem now.
Without hesitation, Homelander extended his hand casually, making a reporter's microphone float through the air into his grasp.
The crowd hushed at the display of his power, their attention fully on him now.
He stepped onto the hood of a military vehicle, surveying the mass of people like insects beneath him.
The cameras zoomed in, microphones pointed in his direction, all waiting to capture his every word.
He smiled into the mic, his voice calm and dead serious. "Hello, everyone. I'm Homelander."
The reporters quieted further, anticipation palpable in the air.
"For years, I've been saving people, protecting cities, fighting villains—doing it alone, day in and day out. And in that time, I've learned a few things. Chief among them: the evil of humans is infinite."
His eyes glinted as he glanced toward General Ross, his smile darkening.
"And standing right here, folks, we have one of the biggest examples of that. General Ross. A man who embodies everything wrong with those in power. Someone who pretends to stand for justice but is involved in countless atrocities."
The crowd shifted nervously, and Ross stiffened, his smug demeanor faltering for the first time.
Homelander raised his voice, continuing, "But it's not just Ross. It's the whole system. A government that turns a blind eye to experiments on mutants, that tortures and dehumanizes people simply for being born different."
The words hung heavy in the air. Reporters scribbled furiously, cameras rolled, and the tension in the crowd grew with every second.
"And so," Homelander said, his smile fading as his tone became dead serious, "I'm giving an ultimatum. To the U.S. government, to all the facilities involved in mutant experiments—shut them down. Every single one. You have one week."
He paused, letting the weight of his words settle in.
"Because if you don't, I'm going to destroy everything. I'll tear it all down."
The silence that followed was deafening.
Every person in the crowd—soldiers, reporters, even Ross—stood frozen, their excitement evaporated and replaced with dread of seeing the ever cheerful homelander like this.
Homelander looked around, meeting the eyes of those watching.
His voice lowered, but the intensity in his words remained. "You have seven days. Don't test me."
With that, he dropped the microphone, letting it clatter to the ground, and stepped off the vehicle.
He gave Ross a passing glance, one that said everything without a single word.
And then boomed into the sky with a single jump.
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