Spice

You, who were chosen because Sage clearly remembers the day you slapped your boyfriend for saying something stupid (Accusing you of cheating, which you 100% were) and gaslit him so hard he came back within the hour with flowers and begging for your forgiveness.

You, who were chosen because Sage also recalls how at all times you always had three or more men on your roster because "if you have three, it assure you can never catch feelings for one"

You, who eventually get bored, just for the fun of it turn your sights to Homelander because you couldn't help just how easy he would be.

Homelander who never took any real notice of you other than the fact you were a pretty face, but Sage brought you on, so you had to have something. It made him suspicious of you.

Homelander, who began to understand your appeal when theories began to circle around you. He watched as people spun their own tales about you based off a few clips. One of you holding a baby, another of you back in your college days helping a girl, and the final one of you being surrounded by dogs from a pound.

Homelander, who began to pay more attention to you once you approached him. He was desired by many, but they didn't know him, you did. You were always there, so you knew him, if only a little.

Homelander, who started speaking more honestly with you around. You ignored everyone else in the Seven besides him and it's weak he knows, but he basks in that knowledge that you only pay attention to him.

Homelander, who thinks the best of you because you never mess up. (There's nothing to mess up) You never undermine him. You boost his public image whenever you appear beside him, so he stays beside you often. (Try as he might, he still needs validation)

Homelander, who preens at the little compliments you give him. Feels a shiver travel down his spine when you whisper a small "I'm proud of you."

Homelander, who grows confused when you start to pull away. Suddenly you're paying more attention to your phone than to him.

Homelander, who tries to act unaffected by the look you've just given him after trying to talk to you.

You, who a week back picked up what Sage put down. There were coordinates. Ever curious, you go, and you find someone delicious.

You who finds Bombsight and figure out who's better than him to add to your super roster.

Bombsight, who is adamant he's the one in control in this little tango between the two of you.

Bombsight, who says you're not getting a relationship out of him. All you say is "I'll change your mind."

Bombsight is sure you won't, until you both start doing things people would do in a relationship. You call him every night. You fall asleep on the phone with him. You call him baby, love, and all the other sweet names that come with being in a relationship.

Bombsight, who is beginning to enjoy the perks of having a relationship without ever being in one, and he is sure he's got you.

Bombsight knows he has you when you start telling him things like "I've never opened up to anyone like this before" and "I feel like I've known you forever."

You who's got Bombsight right where you want him, so you turn your attention back to Homelander. You've only gotten caught twice in your entire career of playing men. Once, it was a rookie mistake; he got hold of your phone. Second time? You didn't lay the groundwork well enough to be able to gaslight him into thinking you were never cheating.

You, who, at this point, have gotten so used to cheating, you don't even think it's taboo. It's a normal, and expected even, that you're bound to cheat. Your heart rate doesn't speed up because you know your little weirdo (Homelander) can hear it.

You who make sure none of your males ever align unless they're best friends who know how to keep their mouths shut and don't want to lose their friendship.

You who never keeps your phone out in the open for anyone to grab or take, and your cute pink iPad hidden somewhere no one would care to look.

You who makes sure all tangible proof can be misconstrued.

Homelander, who is starting to have withdrawals from your lack of affection. He's getting more snappy. Having more fantasies of lasering someone from the press in half.

Homelander, who, in his desperation and lack of you, lets his father, Soldier Boy, out of cryo, doesn't know he's just given you your third bitch on the roster.

You, who jumps for joy when you see Soldier Boy, and YOU KNOW it's free eats, because he screams that he's easy as hell.

Homelander, who would never assume you'd do anything with anyone else because you told him that if you ever caught him with someone else, you'd be quick to leave the Seven. Safe to say he dropped Firecracker pretty fast.

Homelander, who still gets worried when Soldier Boy goes sniffing around you, and you entertain it. But no! You'd never cheat on him, how could you when you said you'd leave him and everything else if you ever found out. He doesn't want you to leave.

Soldier Boy, who yearns to take you from his weird ass son when you tell him that he's forced you into this faux relationship, and your life and family are on the line.

Soldier Boy, who kisses you any time he can. Behind a door, in your room, in the room of the Seven when he knows Homelander is gone.

Soldier Boy, who relaxes because you give him everything he could ever want. You shower him in compliments that he doesn't think deep enough, because if he did, he'd realize they're all backhanded. But he's too busy coming to you for all the things Clara and Crimson Countess ever did for him.

Soldier Boy, who knows you chose him because you always tell him so. Over and over you whisper that it's him. That you think he's the one, that you've never been more sure about anyone other than him.

Soldier Boy, who think's stupid at first but then grows to crave your words.

Soldier Boy, who doesn't even realize you begin to just barely giving him anything, and yet he can't understand why he gets this rush of you giving him something he's not supposed to have. Maybe it's because his son is obsessed with you and had you first.

Soldier Boy, who says you want to leave it all and go off with him somewhere. He lets the idea warm him.

You, who can't help but smile at it all.

Bombsight, who still answers your call because he loves what you tell him. You call him, telling him you missed his voice. You text him, calling him your handsome boy.

You, who had mastered the art of ★Love Bombing★ and have made sure to integrate yourself into Bombsight's routine.

You, who makes sure you're the first person he wakes up to, and the last voice he goes to sleep hearing, and always making sure to sprinkle in a good dose of telling him "Baby, I just think you're the one." All the while in the next room, Soldier Boy is fucking his hand because you left him all hot and bothered, not even five minutes before you called Bombsight.

Bombsight, who thinks you might be perfect for him with your little phrases that delight him when you tell him, "We're so alike it's scary because I feel the exact same way!"

Bombsight, who starts thinking about giving you the V1 to keep you around forever. You're already a supe; some V1 just makes sure you stay forever.

Bombsight, who starts imagining a life with you when you start using "us" and "our" consistently so much so he would think it abnormal for it to be any other way.

Bombsight, who takes everything you give him and keeps it close to his heart. You told him, "I'd never leave you," after he told you about Golden Geisha.

Bombsight, who mourned in your arms Goldie and you let him without ever telling him anything and he knows you'll stay.

You, who has to suppress a smile every time you see any of your hoes.

You, who starts to hang around more with Soldier Boy, but you never do anything with him. Never letting it go beyond kissing and heavy petting.

Homelander, who is starting to get insecure with how much time you spend with Soldier Boy, so he starts changing anything and everything about himself for any small comment you make. You told him you liked his blonde hair, and that warm feeling tingled down his spine. You then told him that his roots are showing. He's damn near in the hair salon every day, making sure his roots are never visible.

Soldier Boy, who starts to get annoyed when he has to deal with seeing more and more public outings of you and Homelander.

Soldier Boy, who hates seeing Homelander having his hand on some part of you at all times.

Soldier Boy, who has to hold himself back whenever Homelander presses a kiss to your temple and you make those pleading eyes to Soldier Boy to save you. He just hasn't figured out a way to do so yet.

Soldier Boy, that casually mentions kids as a way to distract you from his weird-ass son. He tells you he wants three kids, you agree, and say you'd want them to be raised in the country. He couldn't agree more.

Soldier Boy, who tells you he wants all boys, but you warm him up to the idea of having a couple of girls, and from then on can't stop thinking about having little girls who look just like you.

You, who all the while keeps Homelander with the facade that you're a virgin and he thrives off of that, seeing as the damn fool thinks he's god now, and now you fit perfectly in his little story.

You, who knows it won't be long till Soldier Boy breaks, and his only 'relationship' is gone. And you, for one, can't wait to see that day happen.

Homelander, who agrees to wait, never knowing his father has only just earned the right to eat you out and nothing more.

Soldier Boy, who is training himself to get off from just eating you out, because it's all you're giving him. But he can't bring himself to care all that much because no one else is getting you this way.

Bombsight, who laughs at both of them because he knows he's the one for you. (He's not) Why? Because he's the one that gets to fuck you.

Robbie is good at hiding. He's always been good at the sort of thing. So when he starts wanting you in more ways than one, he's also pretty good at hiding that.

Robbie can't have a relationship with you, but maybe something a little more than what you both have now —A situationship is what they call it nowadays no?

Maybe it wouldn't hurt. Shit, every time he sees you, cooking for him, waking up across the room from him, in his clothes, using his products to shower, his cock twitches and thickens in his pants. He can only just barely hide his need for you. Just barely, with teasing and making small comments that if you ever needed to, you can always sleep with him.

You took his offer. He was dead asleep when he felt you hugging him. Well after that, it wasn't long till Robbie was snapping his hips up into you with ferocity trying to hide the fact that he's bee lonely for so long.

And your sweet words in such a short time are getting him to rethink everything.

Sweet woman.

He's looking up at you as he sinks his cock into your soaked cunt as your straddling him. His mouth is agape as he looking at you as you give him shaky moans and needy whimpers from your pouty, swollen lips. Swollen because he's kissed you too hard. But you never seem to mind, every time he kisses you he feels your walls twitch around his cock.

He wants better lighting, he needs better lighting to see what he's sure is an ethereal sight of you above him.

Robbie thinks this is lust. This is just pure pure lustful sex, but fuck! You're just so good for him.

He's special to you. You can trust him. You've given yourself to him. Maybe he's an awful guy for taking advantage of you like this, but after all your sweet words of making him feel like he's the only one for you. Robbie just can't help himself.

Even now, he can't help himself because you're close enough that he can make out your starry eyes looking down on him all sweet and he knows that he's not gonna be able to let you go like he should.

"Please Robbie!" It's all you can manage to say. It sounds so good to him. Sounds so good the way his name sound rolls off your tongue and Robbie has to remind himself to not grip you too hard lest you break.

You told him you don't do this and yet you're on top of his whining that you wanna cum, and Robbie is thoroughly enjoying every single bit of it. Pleasure that only he can give you. “Yeah? Go ahead. Fuck, don’t let me stop you, pretty girl.” And the sight that follows, well, he can live in the moment for eternity. Your eyes squeeze shut before you’re creaming around his cock, his hands moving up your sides before cupping your face and pulling you into a sloppy, wet, bruising kiss.

Theres a bliss that blooms in Robbie whenever he feels your heartbeat race around him. It flushes every part of him when he can feel and hear your heartbeat, desperately trying to keep up. Even more so as he's kissing you, filling you up with his load while you moan and breathe your sighs across his lips in a tone he's sure his next wet dream will be about.

Robbie his holding on to you as he comes down from his orgasm and still lost in his hormone-drunken haze when he suddenly flips you and has you under him all the while he presses soft slow kisses over your face. He bathes in the sweet sounds of your whimpers at the over stimulation. He pulls back, looking down at you, and you have this dreamy look on his face that punches him in the gut when he recalls that he told you he can't ever be with you.

You give him a sweet smile and his cock twitches awake inside of your tight walls once more.

Maybe it doesn't sound like all that bad of an idea.

Soldier Boy, who tells you about the supe killing virus.

You, who starts to panic, because no one ever said your life would really be in danger. Males, you can handle. A virus? You're not so sure.

Soldier Boy, who comforts you by saying that both of you need to find Bombsight because he has the V1 and that it's the cure.

You, who gives a smile and a small laugh before agreeing. Your dumbass man, who says he's gonna work with Homelander to find it and then give it to you.

You, who knows you're gonna get in about a week, tops.

Bombsight, who can't get a clear reading on you. One moment you text him back within ten minutes, other times you don't respond after 10. But he knows you're online because you post on your social media. Small pictures every now and then.

Bombsight, who calls you out about not responding to him, but somehow always ends up taking the blame for you. "You said you didn't want a relationship, and I thought I was coming on too strong. I was giving you space."

Bombsight, who kicks himself over the fact that it is what he said, and it was stupid to say.

Bombsight, who panics when you start alluding to breaking up. He tells you that you told him you'd never leave him. So how could you!?

You, who only said, "But we're not together in a relationship, remember?" It took a week for him to come back begging for you.

Bombsight, who comes back with the V1, says he wants to spend eternity with you. He's on one knee, opening the box and giving it to you like it's a wedding ring.

You, who only look down at him as he looks up to you with such pleading eyes, it takes everything in you to not burst out laughing at him.

Bombsight, who stays still. You've given him heaven, and now you're giving him limbo.

You, who finally accepts and Bombsight gives you the V1.

Sage, who couldn't be happier with your work because it's only a matter of time before you grow bored and leave, or let them all know about one another.

You, who acts the pious one ever, tells Bombsight to go save Goldie, all the while Soldier Boy calls you to come get the V1 he'll take from Robbie before Homelander ever gets his hands on it.

Homelander, who will still take the V1, but before he does, he'll have his best workers make another one by reverse engineering the one he'll take and then give that second dose to you.

Homelander, who proposes to you, and you say yes, and so he's secured his virgin wife.

"Look, all we're after is the V1. You hand that over, we go home happy." MM spoke and Robbie looked over to him.

He looked back over to Goldie. Robbie is fast, but not fast enough to stop the bullet. "I can't."

"Robbie." Goldie called out and Robbie sighed.

"I can't because I don't have it. Haven't had it for weeks." He looked over to Goldie. "You said you weren't gonna change your mind. It took time for me to accept that, and I did."

"What the fuck do you mean you don't have it?" Butcher pressed the gun into her head.

Robbie is long over Goldie, but it doesn't mean he doesn't care about her. He wants her to have a good life. That's all. "Stop!"

"Where is the V?" Butcher asked once more.

"I already administered it to someone else." No point in hiding it. He just needs to save Goldie and then go back to you. That's it, that's all.

"Who?" Hughie stepped forward. It's not Homelander. That's a win, right?

Sage spoke your name, and Robbie's head snapped towards her. How would she know that? "She works fast. For weeks, you said? Soldier Boy must've told her, and what? You cracked within a week when she told you?"

"What are you talking about?"

"What are you talking about?"

Both MM and Robbie spoke. Sage only shrugged. "What? Back up for the back up. If this didn't work, then she would."

Was Robbie played? No. You wouldn't. Not after everything. You wouldn't.

"And that I did." You appeared behind Sage. MM jumped back, and Sage froze as your arms wrapped around her. Your head rested atop hers. "To be fair, I had no idea about the V1 until Soldier Boy told me about y'all's virus."

You smiled over to Robbie, offering him a smile. So then he wasn't played? Things just lined up. Yeah, that's what happened. That's what he decides happens. Before he can say anything more he's charged by Ben.

"Where's the V1 Robbie?" Ben hissed in his ear, and Robbie threw him off.

"Gone." Robbie knew you had to put on an act for Soldier Boy and Homelander, but he was different. He was your boy. You hadn't even bothered to tell Ben that you already had the V1.

Ben looked over to Goldie, who only looked at you.

You looked over to MM and muttered, "This is always my favorite part."

Robbie scoffed and walked over to you, calling your name. He held out his hand. You stood still. Ben called your name, asking what fuck this was.

You stood there trying to hold in your laughter, but looking at both of them, gosh, you just couldn't. You began laughing. "I'm sorry." Was all you could manage between small little laughs. Suddenly, life was filled with sunshine and rainbows. You lived for this shit. The look of realization they've both been cheated, or even better, when they don't care, and they still want you.

Now to find out which is which. Your primary concern was Soldier Boy, seeing as he could fry the V out of you. Bombsight was a hard hitter, and Homelander, you're sure is to be due any minute.

Your plan was simple: you could keep Robbie as a side piece; you had laid the groundwork for him for over a year. He was solid. Ben wasn't. You need Ben back in that box so that one day, when you get tired of all of this, you unfreeze him and, in anger, he fries the V out of you. Simple. Homelander, well, he had to go.

So your laughing turned into crying. Tears of joy, but not that they would know that.

"Hey! Hey, hey, hey!" Robbie ran up to you, wiping your tears whilst everyone watched, and Ben stood there trying to understand what the fuck was happening. How the fuck did you know Robbie? How did Robbie know you!? And why the fuck is he wiping your tears like he knows you!?

"I'm scared." You muttered wiping your tears.

"Of what?"

"Homelander." You looked behind Robbie and to Ben, whose brows were still furrowed in utter confusion.

"Why?" Robbie's hand tilted your gaze back to him.

Ben made a face.

"He said he wanted me to ascend with him. Something about being the virgin or something. He-"

"What the fuck?" Robbie looked down. Virgin where? He's been making love to you for the past year. You weren't a virgin then. Robbie knew you had to play it for the cameras, but to know you had to go this far. His heart ached seeing you cry. His poor girl.

"What the hell are you talking about?" Ben walked over to you, and you stepped away from Robbie. Was this another act? But why? For what? You wouldn't do this to him. Not after everything you've said. You wanted kids with him. So then what the fuck was this?

"He wants some kind of marriage and kids. I don't know!" Your lips trembled as you forced more tears out. Maybe they were real tears because holy fuck when Homelander told you about that, that was the fucking scariest shit you've ever heard in your entire life!

Robbie cupped your face, and Ben had just about had enough of this. "Why didn't you tell me?"

"And why the fuck would she-" You cut Soldier Boy off before things could turn on you.

"Because I thought I could handle it! I was wrong. I'm sorry, I just-"

Robbie shushed you before kissing your forehead. "It won't come to that. I swear it."

And with that, he flew off. Your eyes looked back at Ben. "Ben-"

"What the fuck was that!?"

You walked over to him, and before he could start cussing, you kissed him. You felt him tense before relaxing. You pulled back. "Ben, listen to me." He did. "I've been in the Seven for a while. I didn't even know who you were, but I knew I needed someone, anyone, who could protect me. That's all Bombsight is to me." Your hands cradled his face. "I love you, Ben. No one else. I meant every word I said. I do want children with you. I still want to leave, but I can't do that if Homelander is after us. I want our children to grow without any fear." You pulled his hand against your chest, your heart beat was fast. You always got a thrill out of these things. "Please, Ben."

He gave a sigh, and you pushed down a smile. He looked up towards the hole made by Bombsight and shook his head. He gave you one final kiss before running out.

You watched him with a smile and then "Pfft!" You turned around with a small laugh. "How was I?"

"Oscar worthy." Sage smiled and clapped.

"Right? Fuck I almost fumbled when I laughed." You shook your head. "Y'know, I wondered what it was you wanted with me, but I'm assuming it was this?"

"I knew you wouldn't be able to help yourself."

You only smiled and shrugged.

"Oi!"

You turned and caught the flask thrown at you. You smiled, giving a small cheer before drinking. You walked back over to him, handing him the flask. "I have you to thank." You bent down, looking at Goldie. "Had you not dumped Bombsight, this would've taken a whole lot longer." You smiled, going to put a hand on her lap. "So thank you for not choosing Robbie."

She created a force field, knocking you back. You rolled your eyes, standing up, dusting yourself off.

"You don't deserve him." She hissed out and only shrugged.

"Debatable. He's just a man, you know? All men are dogs, that includes golden retrievers like him." You pursed your lips, giving her a slow nod before laughing. You turned around, motioning to go. "I secured front row seats. I'd hate to see it go to waste."

You, who in the end got everything you wanted.

Homelander, who looked up to you, was heartbroken and angry when it was revealed that Soldier Boy had access to you in a way that you always denied him, and that Bombsight had been fucking you for a year, and you looked him in the face and lied like it was second nature.

Your face was the last thing he saw before Butcher ripped him in half.

Soldier Boy, who gasped for air as Bombsight choked him out, all the while you smiled as you waved goodbye.

Your face was the last thing he saw before he was put back into that damn box.

Bombsight, who still didn't get that you couldn't give two shits about him.

In the end, your face was constantly shoved down his throat as you went back and took over the Seven, reforming it, seeing as you had no prior offenses.

Still though. You laid down the groundwork for Bombsight exceptionally well, so even after everything, he still can't help but want you. And after all, you have all of eternity with him.

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Ever since Homelander pulled his father out of Cryo-freeze the both of you resumed what you both left when everyone thought he died. You included.

Ever since then, the both of you have been going at it. Homelander killed your last real lover. Figured it'd be best to go for his dad seeing as he's not someone he'd kill. But even if he did, it wouldn't matter to you. Not really.

It wouldn't matter seeing as every word out of Soldier Boy's mouth was like nails against a chalk board. You'd leave him, but the dick, unfortunately, is that good. But as the days pass, the more he loses his appeal.

Any comment about anything is like you're being thrown back into an era you're glad as fuck you weren't born into. You'd join in, but you're not a total loser so you're stuck smiling every now and then and setting alarms for excuses. Max of 10 minutes and then you dip. Something about leaving a lame excuse on the stove that you don't own.

Recently he's been talking more and more about some lady named Clara. Before it was Crimson Countess, now it's Clara? How many loves of his life did this dude have?

He's like 100, so maybe one for every 50 years?

You shuttered. A miserable thought entered your mind. He's got another 50 in front of him. What if you're next? Seeing as he confessed to killing Crimson Countess, and Clara is who knows where, you'd rather not end up like any of them.

In any case, you played the role of pretending to give a fuck perfectly. Now you've pulled up the sheets to cover yourself as you look up at him.

Fuck, what fucking face he had on him. He'd be so perfect if he just shut the fuck up. You laid there admiring his face as he smoked, enjoying the silence. He looked over to you and for a moment, it was just silence.

"What?" He turned away blowing the smoke.

"You're really pretty, you know that?" You murmured and he paused.

He looked back to you. It silent once more. He just looked at you. You looked at him. He shook his head. "I'm not a fucking woman."

You rolled your eyes and pushed yourself up. "You don't have to be a woman to be pretty." You straddled him and his free hand fell on your hip.

"What is this? Round five?" He went up to take another hit. You stopped him and angled his hand towards you. You took a hit from the joint his held all while he watched. You held it in for a moment before smiling and blowing out. He breathed in the smoke as you laughed.

You hand settled on his jaw brushing his facial hair. "I feel like if you shaved you'd go from pretty to beautiful." He made a face. You ignored it. "You sure you don't have any super old photos of you. Like when you were in your 20s?"

"Clara would."

You resisted the urge to roll your eyes. Him and fucking Clara. Who the fuck gives a fuck about her? You sure don't. "I'll have to ask her when I see her."

"You want a picture that bad, just fucking take one." He set down the joint before rubbing up and down your back.

You shook your head. "No, I want younger you."

"20-year-old me would love 40-year-old you." He squeezed your hips hard. He was getting mad over you wanting him younger. He knows you're not 40. Close. But not yet.

"Just like how I like century-year-old you." You were careful to avoid the word love. A cold day in hell it would be when you would love him.

"You like me?" He asked to look up at you.

You smiled, wondering how you were gonna sweet-talk your way out of this. Luckily, you were saved by the bell of the five-minute alarm you set. You said nothing and got off him and looked at your phone for a bit, just to sell it. Not like he would know the difference.

You let a small curse go before standing up telling him you were needed elsewhere.

"Why is it you always get called after we've fucked."

You paused as you slid into your hero suit. "Uh, because I have a life."

Soldier Boy made a face. You turned away from him as you zipped yourself up. He scoffed and took another hit. "Y'know back in my day-"

"Back in your day people used to bathe in pesticides and the kids turned out slow as fuck. I don't think you were an exception." You cut him off walking out with your shoes in your hand.

Back in his day, that would've earned you a good beating from your husband.

But Ben is damned; he likes you too much to ever hit you. Likes you so much he doesn't just want to be around you to fuck anymore. You listened. Added in somethings, but mostly just listened.

(Or so he thought)

It feels good to finally just say it all. You seem like the only sane one around. You're not a good person, he knows that, you know that. You focus on you, and you focus on him. (you really don't) Nothing more. You're strong enough to not let Homelander scare you, and you're self aware enough to understand you're a terrible person for not leaving this whole god charade sooner.

He likes that about you. Ben likes you.

It's why he, more and more these days it seems, goes to your room and just lies in there while you're watching movies. It's why he sits next to you during meetings. It's why both of you make jokes behind Homelander's back and then pretend you both said nothing.

You make him act like a man in his early 20s instead of being a century old.

After one long winded rant from his unfortunate son about being god, he's mouthing 'what the fuck?' to you and you only shrugged and twirled your finger near your temple.

The both of you held in your laugh as you shook your head. The both of you stilled when Homelander turned. He grilled you on what was so funny.

"Of course not, my lord." You made a face, pleading your case. "How could I possibly dare to make a fool of god himself?" Soldier Boy closed his eyes, trying to hold in his laughter, all the while you're barely suppressing a smile. "Now, excuse me, m'lord. I have to go."

And with that, you walk out. He followed soon after. "Why don't we go out to one of those fancy restaurants you like going to so much?" He only knows you like to go out to them because there's always paparazzi pictures of you and other 'influencers.'

You stopped and raised a brow. "Yeah, right. Like I'd ever be caught out on a date with you on my arm. You're a sneaky link. Besides, I've already agreed to only see you for work, sex, or in hell." And with that, you turned around and walked off.

"I never said it had to be a date doll." It was supposed to be a date.

You scoffed, never bothering to turn back. "Whatever floats your boat, sweet cheeks."

You were so unlike any woman from any other time he was alive to witness. You occupied his thoughts in a way that hadn't been done since he wanted revenge on Payback. Since Crimson Countess. Since Clara.

It was getting bad. So whenever he could, Soldier Boy fucked off to do who knows what. So now, he's here, gambling on horse racing.

"So this is what I have to thank for my peace?" You appeared behind him, and it took everything in Ben to not jump out of his seat. "Horse racing."

"What? D'ya miss me?" Ben hopes you did. He looked up as you walked around, taking a seat next to him.

"You wish." You leaned back, putting your feet up on the seats in front of you. "Someone misses their daddy."

"Who? You?"

You only gave him a look before turning back as the race was beginning. "Y'know this whole gambling thing isn't gonna work out for you." He turned to you, and you only smirked. "Your intuition's shit." You pointed at a horse that had the coloring of chestnut and a pink saddle. "That one. Watch."

"You sayin' I should go into poker?" The race began, and Soldier Boy kept his eyes on the horses.

You laughed. "Even worse." You watched as the horse he bet on fell behind and yours stayed in the front. "You're not a people person. You suck at reading a room."

"And what are you? An expert?" Soldier Boy kept his eyes on the race. Lo and behold, the horse your pointed at kept it's lead.

You stood up and looked down. "I'm an an expert in everything I do." And as if on cue the horse you pointed at crossed the finish line. "And between me and you? You're not exactly someone cut out to make fast money."

Ben crushed the ticket in his hand looking over to you as you went to open the door to the balcony. "And how would you know that?"

You looked over your shoulder. "Because I'm a people person." And with that, you floated up before flying off.

You disappeared for a couple of days. It was after he told you about the Supe killing virus. It was during one of your talks, well, more like his talk. He goes into your room, and you're doing something, he talks, and you listen. You nod. You smile. You offer one of those looks that scream that you want him to fuck you. Strangely enough, he just wants to talk to you.

He's not gay.

He loves fucking you. It's just that he loves talking to you more.

In any case, he told you about the supe killing virus, seeing as you're a new gen supe. He saw the way you paused and the way uncertainty and fear, it looked like, entered you.

(And you say he can't read a room)

To soothe your fears, he told you about V1. Something to keep you safe. He told you he'd go and get it and he'd give it to you. After that, you only gave him a kiss before leaving.

You only returned when he went to take the V1 from Robbie. It was easy enough to get it from him with you there.

"She doesn't love you, you know." Robbie panted, and Ben held the V1 in his hand.

"Shut up, Robbie."

It's a shame he didn't see the small smile on your lips. Instead, Ben kicked him off onto the other side of the field as he turned to you.

You looked at him. There was a moment of silence between the two of you. He extended the box to you. You almost felt bad.

Almost.

"Thank you, Ben." It was the first time you've ever used his name. It was needed. This was the first time you ever needed him. This was worthy of using his name. And with that, you took it, and suddenly, the only threat to your life was gone.

Except for then, things only got worse. It's like he expected more from you. Some sort of repayment for what he did to you. It was starting to piss you off. What was it that he didn't understand? You and he were only ever fucking.

You listen to him bitch and moan about whatever went wrong in his life, and then you fuck, and then afterwards he starts bitching and moaning again. But recently it's been all bitching and moaning with no fucking.

You don't say anything just because he's the only man who could actually pose a threat, seeing as he can burn out all the V in you. But him calling you to his room only to once more bitch about Homelander, and Clara and how maybe he should've given it to Homelander for Clara, it's when you finally snap.

Putting whoever the fuck Clara was over your life. Putting a son you know he only puts up with because he's just like his sniveling, pathetic boy. Desperate for a family. Apple doesn't fall too far from the tree.

In all honesty, you could give a fuck less about whatever weird family dynamic they have. So long as you're alive and rich, who gives a fuck about them?

For a second, you nearly regret taking the V seeing as you're gonna have to put with Soldier Boy for the rest of your life. And now with the V? That's a really long time.

You can't have yourself regretting that. You've made enough money over the years in the Seven. Suppose it's time you leave. But not before giving Soldier Boy something to really regret.

Giving you V1.

Well, that's only if he starts with his long-lost loves.

You smiled against his lips as you kissed him, your hand sliding down and resting over the bulge in his pants. His hands fondling your bottom all the while he nearly bucks into your touch. You look down, his cock straining visibly now against the fabric, a damp spot blooming at the tip.

You reached for his belt, unbuckling it deliberately slowly, the metal clink echoing in the quiet room save for one of his movies playing in the background.

He groaned as you tugged his pants open, freeing his thick cock from the confines. It was flushed, the head slick with precum that dripped in a slow bead down the side trailing the pathway of a vein that always made his cock look so pretty.

Slowly, you wrapped your hand around him. Your own cunt pulsed as you felt his dick throb against your palm.

He let out a string of curses as his hands grabbed the pillows around you both. And just as you were about to lose yourself he began with how much better you were than any other woman he's had and how Crimson Countess's hands were harsh and before he could continue you stood up.

"Oh my fuck, this is literally the like 20th time you've done this to me." You wiped your hands on the bed sheets before throwing them over his bottom half. It did nothing to hide him. "So if we're not gonna fuck, then what are we doing?"

Ben looked back up at you, and you back down at him. He said nothing, and you only raised a brow. "What? Do you think I'm here because I'm interested in you? Because I care about what you have to say, or what you think of things, because you're so fucking interesting?" You scoffed, shaking your head. "Fuck, are you dumb?"

Once more, Ben could only look at you in disbelief.

"You came onto me, remember? And ever since then, you show up, whine and moan about bitch 1 and bitch 2." You tilted your head at him as if trying to find out why he was in disbelief. To you, it was the most obvious thing. "At first, I could put up with it because I was getting something out of it. Now I don't even get that. Now all I get is this unwanted special about poor little Soldier Boy crying about his quote, long lost loves, one of which you killed by the way, and the other is god knows where."

Ben could feel his chest getting hotter the more you spoke.

"I mean, it's like every time you start talking, I think to myself, who the fuck does this dude think he is? You are so fucking boring!" You looked down, the small glow, and the heat. "Oh, what? You gonna fry me? You're not fast enough for that." You grabbed some water and threw it over him; that got him going, and you managed to jump out of the way as he let a beam of light out. You looked over to the wall. It was completely burned out.

All the while, Ben panted on the bed. The sheets burned away. You stood up and leaned on the bed, looking at him. "Look, I'm gonna be honest with you, because I don't think anyone else will." Ben looked over at you. You had that same face that you used to look at him with whenever he spoke of Clara or Crimson Countess. He thought it was sympathy. Now he can see it was always for mockery.

You were right.

He's not a people person.

"Anyone who says they're interested in you beyond just fucking you?" You gave him a small smile. Another small mocking smile, he thought, was sympathy. "Is full of shit, or has a real bad daddy issues, just like you."

He never told you about his dad, yet you knew. Ben never said a word.

His intuition was shit.

Yours was always spot on.

You turned around, ready to leave, but before you did, you paused and turned around. "Oh, and just a piece of advice, in good faith and as a thank you for the V1. You really ought to learn how to read people, cause this ain't the fifties anymore. I can fuck seventy, eighty, ninety, a hundred men and within the same year marry a man, and within the next, divorce him and take 50% of what he owns and land on my feet and be welcomed back into society like nothing ever happened." Your lips pursed as you looked at him. "What I'm trying to say is that, you're expendable and replaceable, act like it. And for the love of god, when you're fucking someone, don't bring up your ex's"

And with that, you were gone and Ben was left, burning with humiliation and rage.

But it was fine. With the V1 in you, he'd have the rest of eternity to hunt you down.

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Soldier Boy's Karma Ver 1.

Your mind ran amok. Omni-man got away. He said something. 

Of course, you weren’t completely honest with Cecil. You knew you were Kryptononian and all that other good stuff. You knew Krypton was no more. It sucked, but you never knew Krypton. All you have is your cat, the super-robots, and of course, your top-secret lair. 

But hey! That's what having a secret identity means. Keeping it a secret. Besides, it wasn't a total lie. The actual planet you knew, you didn’t really know it. Only what the super-robots told you. You didn’t know how it happened, but the way Omni-Man spoke, you think he knows more than he told you.

Golly, it really knocked you out of sorts! You were pummeled by him. It sure hurt. You were injured far more than with that beast you faced the other day.

But you didn’t go back. You failed. You don’t even want to know the casualty count. A couple of hundred at least. All because you got caught up in your own head. So instead, you left and headed straight for the sun. It evaporated away your tears of guilt and shame before they even got a chance to spill. 

You need to do better. You have to do better. People can’t get hurt on the account that a couple of words will put you off commission. Your brows furrowed as you looked down to Earth. Your job was to keep people safe, no matter what. Your job was to give people hope, no matter what. When they saw your symbol, they’d be filled with relief. Not to fear, Superwoman was here! 

You saw a figure flying towards you. It was Invincible. He had dealt with the brunt of the attack. It seemed more personal with those two than he seemed with you. 

Your job also meant lending a shoulder to cry on and an ear to listen to all their problems, and being a supporting hand guiding them. You exhaled softly, tucking your own feelings somewhere far away, somewhere quiet, and stepped into that role as easily as breathing.

“Had a good tan? How long have you been out here?” He spoke to you, but was not really speaking. You heard him in your mind. Freaky. Neat! But freaky. 

“Not long. Just come up sometimes.” You spoke, and his jaw dropped. “But hey, pretty cool trick with the mind thing.”

His jaw slackened. “You talk in space!?”

“You can’t?” you asked lightly, tilting your head.

“No!”

“Oh.” You shrugged, like it wasn’t much at all. “Well, I can.” You caught the way he started to sweat, even in the stillness. “You wanna talk on the moon?”

He nodded. So you went.

Now you sit side by side on the pale, endless stretch of gray, Earth in front of you, still rotating ever so slowly. Invincible’s hands fidgeted in his lap, restless, unsure, while you watched him. A guilt is starting to eat at you. You should’ve done more. You can do more. 

Memories flashed of Omni-Man and his words about Krypton. Something about you seeking revenge. For what? 

“Look,” he started, his voice echoing in your mind, “I wanted to say thanks. For helping with everything.” He glanced at you, then away. “Taking me to the hospital, being there when I woke up, being there for my mom, and everything. You didn’t have to, so… thank you.”

You turned to him fully then, your expression softening, something warm and steady settling into your gaze. “You don’t have to thank me for that,” you said gently. “You needed help. That’s reason enough.”

“No, it’s not just that,” Invincible insisted, shaking his head. “You were there for everything. Everything my— Omni-man did. You still stayed and helped me. You got beaten up because of me, and despite that, you stayed. Most don’t. I don’t know if I would.”

“But I do,” you replied simply, like it was the most obvious thing in the world. “That’s kind of the point.”

He huffed out a quiet laugh, but it didn’t last long. The weight returned quickly, pressing into his shoulders, into the way his hands curled tighter together. “I don’t know if I’m doing any of this right,” he admitted. “Being… this. Being like my dad. Or not like him. I don’t even know what that’s supposed to mean anymore.”

You ignored the huge bombshell dropped on you. Sure, you met his mom, but everyone had a mom. Figured he was adopted, like you were. Not that Omni-Man was his dad. It made sense why things seemed more personal now. You kept your face straight.

You watched him for a moment. He was so young. You were young, too, but it was different. You’ve been in the game (even if it was the little leagues in Smallville) since you were old enough to control your powers. You know what it’s like to carry things your average Joe can’t. Know what it’s like to feel the anxiety of letting everything slip from your hands if you loosen your grip, even by a little. 

“Then don’t try to be him,” you said softly. “Or anyone else.”

He frowned faintly. “That’s not exactly helpful.”

“It is,” you insisted, your tone still gentle but firmer now. “You’re not supposed to have all the answers. You’re just supposed to choose. Wake up every morning and put one foot in front of the other, and try to make the right choice. Over and over again. Even when it’s hard. Especially when it’s hard.”

Mark looked down again, quieter this time. “And what if I mess it up?”

“You will,” you said, without hesitation.

His head snapped up. “Wow. Thanks.”

You smiled. “Everyone does.”

“Even you?”

“Especially me.” You nodded, looking back towards Earth. “But, that’s not the part that matters.” You looked back over to him. He had that look on your face, that look on his face that you had whenever you went crying home to your father after messing up. You were lucky enough to have someone to steer you in the right direction.

“Then what does?” he asked.

 If that’s what Invincible needed, then you’d be that for him. 

You leaned back slightly, bracing your hands against the cool dust of the moon, eyes drifting up toward Earth. “That you keep trying anyway,” you said. “Besides, you’re already going in the right direction. You care enough to worry about getting it wrong. People who don’t care don’t ask those questions.”

He followed your gaze, staring at the distant planet, something in him easing just a little. “You make it sound simple.”

“Well, I’ve had my own fair share of experiences. Trust me, I’d be the first to know that it’s not easy.”  you admitted. “But that also means I know just how worth it is.” 

There was a silence between the both of you. His voice began once more in your mind. Soft. “…Do you ever get tired?” 

“Sometimes.” You answered. That's not the answer he needed, but it's the honest truth. Of course, you got tired. Sometimes you just wish to have a normal life. Maybe you’d still be with Alan in Smallville. Maybe all those things wouldn’t have happened. Maybe your dad would still be alive. “But, when I look down and see everyone living happy and safe lives, it all passes. I want to give them a better tomorrow. That's why I keep going.” 

…

Mark silently ate as William chatted away. Your words kept spinning in his mind. God, you said everything right, but he’s not you. 

You took hits for him. You gave him a fighting chance. You saved people when he couldn’t. You’re not like him. You’re just perfect. You say you don’t know what to do, but somehow you always make the perfect choice. Why can’t Mark be like that? 

Why can't he be like you? 

You said get tired, but of course, you’re instantly rejuvenated after what? Looking at people smiling? You were with him when he woke up. Both his legs were broken, and he couldn’t walk for three days afterwards. His bruises didn’t go away till a week later. When he woke up, all you had were some bruises and a bandage over your nose. A day later, you were as good as new, besides a few scratches. 

You’re so goddamn perfect.  

Mark had only gone to apologize for what you went through, instead it turned into you comforting him. It just came so naturally to want to relax while you were there. 

Superwoman. 

Wonderful. 

Still, there's a part of him that just wants to take shelter under your cape. You’re strong, but his father had said something to you. He had seen it. Seen how it made you freeze when you gained the upperhand on him. Mark’s ears were ringing at the time, so he didn’t hear. But he saw your brows furrow and a second later you were punched with everything his dad had. You were sent flying upwards and out of Earth’s atmosphere.  

He beat you bloody, then slammed you back onto Earth atop a mountain peak. It broke your back. 

All of that, and in a couple of hours you were standing again. 

So he knows that if maybe his father hadn’t said what he did, maybe you both would’ve beat him. Beat some sense into him. You’re stronger than him, and sometimes he just wants to curl underneath your shadow and hide while you face the world without a fear in the world. 

Do you even have a secret identity? Do you know his? You met his mom, you know who his dad is. Eve only mentioned your last name was ‘El.’ He tried searching it up. Nothing came up. 

Mid bite he stopped. What exactly were your powers? Flight, super strength, durability, talking in space. Didn’t you need to breathe for that? Could you breathe in space? Could he? 

If he could, does that mean you’re a Viltrumite? 

His heart dropped. Were you like his dad?

Does Cecil know anything? Mark doesn’t think he’d be able to beat you if you went rogue.

Mark’s mind spun until William cut his train of thought off. 

“Hey I saw your pictures on the front page today!” William spoke and nudged you. Mark looked up. Your big glasses, a worn out sweater, your knees tucked in. You looked really small. 

He almost found it funny. 

From Superwoman, to you. Such a juxtaposition from one thought to another.  

The grandeur of Superwoman, to you who is smiling because your picture got the front page. Mark looked away from you as you talked about the shot. 

Sometimes his head hurts when he looks at you for too long. Your glasses distorted something. Once, you dropped them by accident. You turned around quickly looking for something in your bag. William picked them up looking through them. He asked if you really needed them. They seemed to have no prescription. Mark tried them on. It gave him a headache. 

You said they were blue light and reading glasses. 

Still a little odd, but Mark never paid any real attention to you in that way. You were just always there, and he’d never notice when you’d go missing, and if he did, always figured you went elsewhere. 

You were never around much after school. Always at your internship and Louis, whom Mark is sure, you have a crush on and is reciprocated. 

Yeah, good for you. (Maybe he’s a little salty because he and Amber broke up.)

…

“I’ve lived in a big city all my life, gotten all the best scoops. Whoever I shadowed, I didn’t stay in their shadow for long. So I’m having just a bit of a hard time trying to understand how some yokel from Smallville is suddenly getting every hot story in town and with the best shots to go with it.” Louis sat on your desk with a raised brow. 

You looked around and smiled. “Well Louis if you want to know so bad,” You watched him lean in. “I’m actually Superwoman in disguise and I wear these glasses, they’re called hypo-glasses and they subliminally hypnotise you to hide my identity. I became a journalist to hear about disasters as they happen all for my grand plan of squeezing you out of the by-line.” 

You watched with glee as with each word you spoke Louis’s face dropped before shaking his head at you. “Fine, don’t tell me, but you’re a cruel woman Kent.” 

“You asked!” You yelled at him as he walked away. The phone Cecil gave you rang. You were given coordinates and a picture of a giant. You quickly suited up and left. You smiled hearing Louis ran back into your office calling for a race between the two of you for this scoop. 

You flew beside Robot or Rudy now if you remember right. He told you that it seemed the giant had the mental capacity of an eight year old. Your eyes narrowed as you watched the monster version of monster girl go in for a punch. You caught it and threw him back. 

“Call your team off Rudy! I got this!” You turned around at the giant. 

“You’re on my side?” The giant called out to you. You smiled and nodded. 

“What in fucks name are you doing!? Rex yelled out throwing explosions.

You shielded the giant before you turned around shaking your head. “Language!” 

You turned around catching the car that was thrown. “I said stop!” You turned around and handed the car to the giant. “Here, put this down gently. Can you do that for me please?”

“Why?” The giant’s eye narrowed. 

You offered another smile. “Because I said the magic word, please.” You watched him think it over while the rest of the guardians all paused. The giant nodded and put the car down. “Now my friends over there told me you want to be president, and wanted to go to space?” You looked over towards Rudy who landed besides the Guardians who were all ready to attack.

“Your friends are mean.” The giant murmured. 

You nodded. “I know they can be pretty nasty sometimes, but they’re just doing their job. And their job is to protect people. You’ve hurt people.” 

“I didn’t mean to.” The giant sat down looking around him. You smiled and floated down to his level. 

You saw his lip tremble and water build on his waterline. “Hey! Hey! Hey! You don’t need to cry. It’s okay, no one was seriously hurt. You just gotta be careful.” You reached out, touching his jaw soothing him. “Now you have to apologize. Own up to your mistakes.” A big fat tear fell from his eye as he cried out an apology. “That’s good. Now, I don’t know about making you president or taking you to space, but I can take as far up as I can without hurting you. You let me know when it starts to hurt or you can’t breathe then we’ll come down and I’ll show you the white house, yeah?”

The giant clapped causing small rumblings. “Woah okay! I know you’re excited, but I need you to stay still. You’re big, and they’re small. You could hurt them. Do you want to hurt them?”

“No.”

“Okay, then remember, be careful. I’ll be right back.” With that you floated down to the Guardians. Your smile faded off as you looked at them. “When I said to stop, that didn’t mean throwing explosions,” You looked at Rex who rolled his eyes. “Or cars.” You looked over towards Black Samson who narrowed his eyes at you. You sighed, shaking your head. “All you had to do was talk to him. He's eight years old.” 

“Uh Rudy said he had the mind of an eight year old. An eight year old doesn’t level city blocks.” Monster girl spoke and you bit your tongue. There are many things you could say, but none of them are nice. 

“Regardless.” You closed your eyes and shook your head. “All you had to do was talk to him. In doing so you would’ve minimized damage to everyone, including yourselves. You all need to think before you act.” You looked over towards Rudy. “Espically you. You’re the leader of this team, act accordingly.” He showed no signs of understanding. Then again, he was a robot. Or was it now a kid inside a robot suit? Whatever, you’d think about it later. “Now, why don’t you all take those who need medical attention to a hospital, or find an ambulance. I’ll handle the rest.” 

And with that you left to find Eve, you’d wanted to ask her for something that’d make it a little easier to carry the giant. 

…

Having you around made things so much easier, but still, you always come in and save the day, handling his ‘villians’ (Mark thinks it’s corny to call them villains) in a single punch, at most? Two. Well, besides the fact it bruises his ego it also fuels his fear that if you really are Viltrumite or for some reason turn out to be evil, he won’t be able to stop you.

But he really doesn’t think you have it in you. That day, when he had to face who knows how many Mauler twins, you left to stop someone from jumping off a building. You left him giving him a smile. Told him that you believed in him and then off you were. He saw it on some random post a day later.

Mark spends a lot of time watching you. You always stop for photos, taking any and all food offerings, helping people with everyday mundane things, like helping people cross the street, or lifting up all the groceries. He’ll catch himself smiling at the deeds you do. It warms his heart. 

Mark thought his dad was a hero. He wasn’t. He hopes you truly are. He doesn’t think he can take another heart break like that. 

However, there is one downside of watching you. 

Louis Lane. 

Somehow, someway, where you are, so is Louis. Always with his questions, always with his funny remarks that make you laugh. 

Not to mention, the dud is always in some kind of trouble! To make matters worse, the guy is a natural flirt, and you bet he takes any chance he gets to flirt with you even if he’s actively being shot at. You, being the perfect, kind, compassionate, warm soul you are, go along with it. 

“Take cover!” You shouted as you blocked the bullets from hitting Louis. Mark was on the floor twitching from some kind of ray gun they shot him with. 

They shot some nets holding up a bunch of heavy metal bars. They fell on top of you. You grunted and fell down. Mark shouted out your name. (Course not your actual name, because Mark doesn’t know that. It’s a bitter thought. Also! Superwoman is mouthful. Louis dropped the ball on it. That is what Mark has decided.)

Mark got up as the man took aim, but before Mark could do anything guess who came to steal his thunder? Louis Lane. He had taken some hook that was handing on a line and swung it to hit the man right on his head. 

And you? You smiled, but not that smile you give everyone else, but that little smile Mark knows you give to Louis. You told him thanks and Louis gave a smart reply that made you grin. Great. 

After that, you left Mark alone while you took Louis flying. (Removing him from the dangerous situation, sure? But flying nonetheless.) 

You also came back five minutes later to find Mark with a busted lip, but bad guys apprehended!

Golly! It really does grinds his gears! (He needs to stop hanging out with you so much. Both versions: Kent and Superwoman.)

Despite that, the only thing Mark takes refuge in, is that Louis can’t get an exclusive from Superwoman. All of those belong to the person who always beats him in getting the by line. You. 

You write great papers all about Superwoman. From your papers he learned that you have a cat named Streaky. Where do you even keep the cat? 

All these weeks later and Mark still has no idea whether or not you have a secret identity. To be fair, you don’t know his either. To you, he’s just Invincible. You don’t ever ask or prod. Sometimes he wishes you would. He desperately wants to know you’re not here to conquer the world and enslave everyone. 

So, today is the day he decides he’ll find out something about you that isn’t from the paper, or from watching you from a distance, but actually talking to you and this time not a conversation where he’s laying out his insecurities in front of you. 

“Hey, you got a minute?” Mark caught up to you as you caught a balloon mid air and floated back down handing it back to the kid that lost it. 

The kid jumped up and down shouting your name and hugging you. You smiled hugging the kid back before waving bye to everyone and floating back up next to his side. “Yeah, I got a minute, what’s up!” 

You smiled at him and he paused. He never realised just how bright(?—No, that’s not the right word. The right word is inhuman, but that sounds mean.) The vividness of them. As if the stars themselves were inside your eyes. You couldn’t possibly have a secret identity. He’d recognize your eyes anywhere.  “I wanted to ask you a question. Kinda personal.”

“To the moon then?” You asked looking up. Guess that was your spot with him now. He nodded and up you both went.

“So, what’s up.” You landed on the moon, dust floated up. Mark followed.

“Look, I’m not accusing you of anything, I swear. It’s just that…” He tried to say this in a way you wouldn’t take offense. But honestly, how could you not take offense? You put yourself out there for him and here he was asking if you’re like his dad. “What I’m trying to say, is that…” He rolled around a rock under his heel, unable to look you in the eye and ask. It felt wrong. “You’re here to…y’know? Conquer it or anything…right?”

Way to go Mark. Put it right out there as he figuratively (it feels like he’s done it physically too) spits in your face and drags your name through the mud. But even if you were here for that, would you tell him?

Your hand lands on his shoulder. It’s soft. Light. He knows you’re capable of more. He looks up and you’re offering one of those comforting smiles that so many seek refuge in. “No, I’m not here to conquer, or rule, or anything else. I’m only here to help. I have no ulterior motives, I swear.” Then your lips purse and your brow raises. Mark stays still. “Unless it’s flying in the proximity of a place that sells crab cakes in hopes they shout out my name and I get a free meal out of it. If so, then you caught me red handed.” You give a small embarrassed laugh and play with the ends of your cape. “But look! I got a good reason for it!” 

Mark just stands there. You’re here admitting to your guilt of accepting free meals while his mind is finding all the ways he could try (and fail) to stop you. 

“Actually I don’t. I don’t even need to eat food. I just like to.” You begin rambling and Mark can only laugh at himself. “Honestly, it’s bad. I mean this is a total abuse of my power! I know it’s wrong, but I just really like crab. Specialically in the form of cake. I should really start paying, but I’m not exactly rich y’know? If I ate as many crab cakes as I wanted and paid. I’d go broke in a day!” 

Wait? So you did have a job? That means a secret identity! Or that maybe the government pays you. But if that were the case, why would it matter if you went broke? “I’m not gonna bust you for eating crab cakes.” 

“Oh.”

“It’s just that I don’t know anything about you. Not your name, not where you’re from. Nothing. And it doesn’t help that you can do everything I can do, but better! I don’t even know if you’re a Viltrumite! And with everything that happened with my dad, I guess I’m just a little paranoid.” Mark plopped down on a rock exhausted.  

You went to take a seat next to him. “I know things can be scary, but I can promise you that I’m not here to do anything like that. All I want to do is give people a better tomorrow.” You paused for a moment and Mark looked over to you as you looked towards Earth. “I can’t tell you my secret identity because I have people that I care for and love and any connection to me can put them in danger.”

Mark began to take off his mask. “And if only I knew? I can show you who I am and only I’ll know who you are.” 

You hand stopped him with a sympathetic smile. “It’s not that I don’t trust you, it’s just that I can’t risk it. It’s not something I’m willing to do. I’m sorry, Invincible.” You pulled his mask down. “Besides, I want to keep my superhero life separate from my personal life. What happens if I see you walking down the street? Then I react and I’m assuming with everything, Cecil is keeping a close eye on you, then it comprises me.” 

So Cecil doesn’t even know. That doesn’t make him feel better. He looks at you and he can tell you know he just isn’t at ease. He feels bad pressuring you, but you’re just so good. You’re too good to be true. His heart, his mind, his soul, the hundred of lives he cost, just doesn’t allow him to trust you blindly in the way he did with his father. God, his dad really did a number on him. 

You stood up offering your hand to him. “I can’t tell you everything, but I can tell you enough.” 

Invincible took it and together you both flew to the North pole. You both landed and Invincible raised a brow. You only gave him a knowing smile before taking a step forward. The ground rumbled and out came crystals. He only watched in awe as it sprouted to its full glory. “Come on! I’ll show you inside.”

“You have a secret lair!?” Invincible shouted running over to you falling in step beside you. 

“You don’t?” You raised a brow and Invincible was left gaping. 

“No!” Of course he didn’t have one. He wishes he did. This is SICK!

 “Oh, well, it’s called the Fortress of Solitude.” You raised your hand to the big door which had the outline of your symbol on its door. He watched as the symbol lit up and opened. “I came up with it myself.” You nodded with a grin on your face.

“That’s a sick name.” Invincible spoke trying to get a peak inside. You know for such a place, the doors did open slowly. Sure it works now for dramatic effects, but it’s gotta get tiring at some point no?

“Right!? I was so proud of myself when I came up with it!” You walked inside and Mark’s brows furrowed. 

“Welcome back Superwoman!” A voice called out. 

Invincible jumped. He didn’t think anyone else would be in here. He watched three figures step out from behind the large crystal wall. They looked off, they looked like—

“Hey! Thirteen, eight, three!” You greeted them and then a fourth came out.

Invincible stood in shock. Are you kidding? You had sentient robots? Each with a number on their chests with the outline of your crest? Each with a blue cape? They also looked from the past, yet also the future. This was really cool. 

“Super-robots, meet Invincible." You stepped aside as they all waved. “Invincble, meet my super-robots.” 

“Hey.” He waved then turned to you. “You have super-robots!?” He whisper-yelled.

“Well yeah, they’re standing right there.” You raised a brow. 

“Meet four, she’s new.” Thirteen spoke and Invincible turned to the fourth one that came with a four on her(?) chest. 

“Hey.” You smiled and waved. 

The robot’s mouth glowed with every word. It blinked too. He could almost tell she was happy despite no indication of facial expressions. Though it was all but confirmed when she giggled making a comment that you looked at her. 

You turned to him walking through the fortress. The architecture is unlike anything he’s ever seen. Invincible doesn’t even want to mention the technology. You had asked the super-robots to get you both something to drink. 

“Thank you.” Invincible to the cup in his hands looking down towards the beverage. He didn’t know what it was, but it smelled good. 

“No need to thank us sir as we will not appreciate it. We have no conscience whatsoever, merely admonitions here to serve.” The robot spoke before walking away. He looked over to you. You only told him that you get used to it. 

You took a sip before looking at him. “You said you thought I was from Viltrum. I’m not. I’m from Krypton. A planet that is gone now. It was destroyed.” You set down your drink and walked over to a wall. “Hey eight?”

“Yes ma’am?”

“Can you play my parent’s message?” You offered him your hand and walked him back. 

“Of course ma’am.”

Invincible watched as a hologram appeared. A man and a woman, there both dressed in regal dressing, all white. The resemblance between you and them was clear as day. The message began. It glitched once before going once more. He couldn’t understand a thing other than one word. Krypton. Then the message began to glitch. It glitched a total of five more times before the message restarted.

“The message was damaged in transit from Krypton." You murmured before turning around. “Eight, translate please.” 

“Yes ma’am.” The message relooped and began once more. “We love you more than heaven, our daughter. We love you more than land. Our beloved home will soon be gone forever, but hope vitalizes our heart, and that hope is you.” Something -El followed. Invincible turned to you and looked up to your parents. Your name was said. You had told him your name. “We have searched the universe for a home where you can do the most good and live out Krypton’s truth. That place is Earth.”

“The rest of the message is lost.” You sat down as the holograms disappeared. “My parents sent me here to do good. So that’s what I’m doing. I want to give people hope. That’s the only thing I want.”

Invincible felt more at ease with those words. He nodded as sat next to you. “And crab cakes.”

You laughed, nudging him with your shoulder, nodding. “And crab cakes.”

He muttered out your name. You turned to him. “So that’s your name?”

“Yeah, but people don’t really call me that.” You added nothing else and Invincible didn’t ask anything more about it. You had already said your secret identity isn’t something you want anyone to know. Not even him. It’s a bitter thought, and an even more bitter feeling. 

“So what can Kryptonians do?” Invincible asked, sitting up straighter, a grin breaking across his face. “Besides flight and super strength and durability.”

“Nothing special, really,” you replied with a small shrug, tapping your chin as you thought. “Basically what you can do, I think. I have super hearing.”

Invincible nodded quickly.

“Super smell,” you added.

He kept nodding, eyes widening slightly.

“Super vision. Basically the six senses, they’re just enhanced.”

He leaned forward a little. “Wait. How enhanced?”

You hummed softly, glancing up as if measuring the distance in your mind. “From the edge of the troposphere, I can see astronauts as if they were standing right in front of me.”

“What!?” Invincible blurted, nearly jumping.

You blinked at him. “You can’t?”

“No!”

“Oh.” You shrugged lightly. “Well… can you see subatomic particles?”

“What!? No!” he said, incredulous.

“Oh.” You tilted your head. “I can.”

“What else!?” Invincible pressed, leaning even closer now.

“I don’t need to eat, or breathe, or drink,” you said simply.

“What!?” He ran a hand through his hair. “Wait, what else can you do with your vision?”

“Um…” you glanced off to the side, thinking. “I can see the electromagnetic spectrum. I can see and identify radio or television, any and all broadcast and transmitted frequencies. It lets me avoid detection through radar or satellites. I can also trace cell-phone signals.” You gave a small shrug. “Can’t you?”

“No!” Invincible said, almost offended.

“Then how do you stay hidden?” you asked, genuinely curious.

“I don’t,” he admitted. “Cecil knows my moves.”

“Well,” you said, a faint smile tugging at your lips, “he doesn’t know where you are right now. That I can tell you.”

Invincible paused, then huffed. “Okay… what else?”

“I have X-ray vision,” you added.

He narrowed his eyes slightly. “So you can see who I am?”

“Not right now,” you said calmly. “I can activate it, but I don’t use it often. I respect people’s privacy.”

“That’s… good,” he muttered.

“Oh! And I also have thermal vision and heat vision,” you continued.

“What’s the difference?” Invincible asked.

“I can see heat signatures,” you explained, “and the other…I shoot lasers.”

“What!?” he groaned, throwing his hands up. “This isn’t fair! Why do you get all these cool powers and I just have super strength and flight!”

“Not true,” you said, shaking your head gently. “Your atoms aren’t the same as everyone else’s. They’re different.”

Invincible frowned. “What does that even mean?”

“Your physiology is unlike anything I’ve ever seen,” you continued, your tone thoughtful now. “Your atoms… they have variable properties. Your body arranges them in a way that amplifies your abilities to an extreme degree.”

He blinked. “Okay…?”

“Your flight, for example,” you said, gesturing slightly toward him. “It’s different from mine. There’s a complex balancing system in your inner ears. It generates inertia. I can’t do that.”

Invincible stared at you for a second, then slumped slightly. “Still not as cool as having heat vision.”

You let out a quiet laugh, the sound soft against the crystalline walls. “I think it’s cooler,” you said gently.

Invincible huffed. He didn’t even want to know anything else. So he changed the subject. “So is El part of your name? Or is it your last name?" Invincible leaned back against his seat.

“Y’know Atom Eve asked me the same thing. I’m not sure. Maybe the super-robots know.” You floated up looking behind him. “Hey thirteen, what’s my last name and what’s just my name.” 

The robot spoke the first part of your name then paused as he brought more snacks, Invincible watched as you eagerly took them. “Jor-El is your last name. On Krypton, daughters take their father’s full name as their own. Your father’s name is Jor-El and thus your last name is Jor-El. Had you been born male, your last name would simply be El.”

“Oh.” You hummed as you ate another cracker. “So if I married and had a daughter named….thriteen what’s a female name for a Kryptonian female?”

“Kara is a female Kryptonian name.”

“Okay, so if I had a daughter named Kara and say I married some guy named….” You smiled a little too hard. If Invincible hears you say Louis Lane. He’s gonna barf. “Ma-Richard Grayson. Would her name then be Kara Richard-Grayson?” Invincible raised a brow at the name. That was his last name. Not his first name, but his last name. Did you know a Richard? Is Grayson a common last name? Oh my god, what if you both know each other but don’t know you both know each other! What if you know him as just Mark Grayson? What if you like Mark Grayson?

Invincible shook his head. Now he’s just stretching it. 

“Traditionaly. Yes. However, Krypton no longer exists. You may name your daughter after yourself.” Thirteen finished and Invincible watched you lay down on your couch. 

“A daughter with my name? Kara Jor-El? Or maybe just Kara-El.” You muttered to yourself. “Thriteen?”

“Yes ma’am.” 

“Is El a common last name?” You asked and Invincible looked up seeing a cat. You had a cat? He watched it stretch. It was orange. He would’ve thought you would’ve had a white cat. It had a cape. Did everyone have a cape?

“No ma’am. The last name El is not common. The House of El was one of the noble ruling families on Krypton.” 

You hummed in surprise looking over to Invincible whose brow raised. You came from nobility. Well with a lair like this, of course you did. You were also the only one to avoid the destruction of your planet. To send a pod to earth, he imagines it takes money. 

His brows furrowed. Thirteen had said ‘one of the noble ruling families.’ Maybe you weren’t the only one sent off. But if that’s the case, where is everyone else? 

“The name El translates in Kryptonian to "of the star".” Thirteen spoke again and looked at you. 

He recalled his earlier thoughts. 

Like the very stars were in your eyes.

It’s a fitting name. He smiled.

That smile quickly fell as he watched your orange cat flew over to you. “You have a super cat!?” 

You gave him a smile ready to answer, he stopped you. “If you say ‘you don’t?’ or ‘You can’t?’ in your little tone, I’m gonna lose it.”

You gave a little laugh. “Don’t you have a super pet?”

“No!” 

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