Chapter 578: Crippled

Chapter 578: Crippled

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Above 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.

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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: Can he not see Mount Tai?)

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