[ Chicago ]
Chaos erupts in the Loop.
Gunfire cracks through the air. Explosions bloom across city intersections. Smoke billows from burning storefronts. Panic sweeps the streets.
A militant group calling themselves the Sons of Liberty heavily armed, masked, organized have seized parts of downtown.
BREAKING NEWS
"Domestic Terror Cells Occupy Chicago Streets Dozens Dead in Coordinated Attack"
But this isn't spontaneous. It's engineered.
[ Vought's Tower ]
Sister Sage watches from behind tinted glass, screens reflecting in her tinted glasses.
She reads their radio traffic in real-time. She wrote the script they're following. She even hand-picked the radicalized ex-military leaders running thisinsurgency each one with a tragic story, and each one utterly convinced they're fighting a government complicit in supe tyranny.
In truth, they're pawns. Tactically chosen and manipulated with surgical precision.
"Let them reach the courthouse. We need the right visual." She orders calmly.
[ Moments Later ]
[ Chicago Courthouse Plaza ]
A dozen domestic extremists storm the courthouse. They light fires. Smash windows. Plant flags.
One addresses a livestream camera:
"The government is lying to us. We protect people! "
Sister Sage smiles faintly as she watches the feed.
[ White House ]
[ Crisis Room ]
President Neuman stands over a live monitor. Her eyes cold. Focused. Homelander is behind her, silent and composed.
"Confirmation they're unaffiliated with any supe. " Victoria says. "Former police. Ex-military. All traceable. All believable."
"I can't believe we're doing this..." Ashley Barrett swallows hard.
"Focus Ashley." Homelander reprimand her. "Alright that my cue." He adds
[ Chicago ]
As the domestic terrorists try to broadcast a manifesto, a low hum fills the air.
Then Homelander lands. His feet cracking the ground. He walks through their gunfire.
He dismantles them methodically and easily one by one. Disabling. Breaking bodies but never lethal. Just brutal enough to end the siege in under two minutes.
The cameras never stop rolling.
[ White House ]
Victoria sits behind her desk. Hands folded.
"The public's demanding immediate action. " Her chief of cabinet says, holding a dozen reports. "They want stability. Stronger protections. Centralized Supe authority. They're ready for it."
"Then we deliver." Victoria nods, a pleased smile on her face.
She opens the folder and signs the executive introduction order.
[ Vought's Tower ]
Sister Sage appears in the doorway, watching Homelander leans in from the corner.
"You've done it. " He says.
" Yes, now that you're convinced we can get to the real work. " Sister Sage says.
" Hm.. " Homelander looks at her, reevaluating her. The city glowing below like a dying ember.
Homelander sits and lounges in his chair, expression neutral, chin resting on his fist.
Sister Sage stands before him, a tablet in one hand, her eyes sharp behind thin lenses. She taps the screen and show him. A full-body projection of Homelander appears overlaid with theoretical enhancements.
"We already have the samples thanks to Vought continuous experiments. " She says. "Regeneration. Cryokinesis. Adaptive tissue. Bio-shielding. All catalogued. Viable." She continues. He takes him a moment to understand where she's going with this.
"She wasn't the last." Homelander's eyes narrow. She continues.
"That woman was a warning shot. Not just of what's out there but what's coming. This planet isn't ready. Your power is extraordinary, but it's not infinite. You know that. I know that." She explains.
She gets closer to him and taps again, this time, pulling up an off-world object trajectory. Unknown origin. Repeating pattern. He knows exactly what it is, Anissa true to her words came back to make sure it takes, Homelander just made sure she didn't land on earth again.
"They won't stop with one emissary. And when they arrive, Earth will need someone invincible to save them." Sister Sage says.
"You can be that. But not as you are. Not yet." She steps closer. Not deferent just direct.
"This project, it makes you untouchable. The only force capable of deciding what lives and what doesn't here or out there." Sister Sage finishes. Homelander says nothing for several long seconds.
"How many times did you rehearse that speech ?" Homelander asks her playfully, trying to hide his interest.
"Enough to convince you." Her voice is steady and confident. He smiles.
"What do you need ?" He asks her.
"Access to Vought Science and R&D department, all the data on Compound V." Sister Sage answers.
"You realize what you're asking here? I don't know you, I don't trust you. You've proved you can be useful sure, but this.." Homelander retorts, staring through her, listening to hee heartbeat.
"I told you, I'm the smartest person alive. You really think I would betray you ? For what ? Money, fame, power ? I've no use for these primitive desire." Sister Sage quips back immediately without flinching.
"Then what do you really want ?" He asks her, grabbing her arm.
"I could cure cancer, reverse global warming, but what's the point? Humans are animals." Sister Sage begins, barely hiding the disgust in her tone.
"I want to put my theories into reality. " She admits truthfully.
"Alright Jessica, let's see where it leads us." Homelander says enthusiastically.
[ A few days later ]
[ San Francisco ]
"I mean... I get it." The man says, holding the Insurance denial letter between two shaking fingers.
"Supes saved the whole city. Can't expect miracles without mess." He says. His neighbor leans over the fence, watching drones survey the ruins across the street.
"They rebuilt the mayor's house in a week. Yours'll come. Just need to be patient." His neighbor says.
"They said the damage fell under 'Act of Supe – Tier II Intervention.' That means no payout." The man answers.
"Try the Vought Relief Lottery. " The neighbor suggests. "My cousin won a prefab last month."
[ Baltimore ]
[ Edison Public School ]
"I used to teach civics," A teacher says, watching from the back of the classroom as the supe intervenant drills students on loyalty protocols.
Now it's all Hero Education. Response drills. Applause on cue.
"He's good with them." The principal says, arms crossed. "Kids feel safe. Parents feel safer."
[ Brooklyn Civil Courthouse ]
"He paralyzed me. " The woman says flatly, as bailiffs clear the gallery before judgment.
"No trial. " The clerk reminds her gently. "Precedent protects supes performing active duty."
"He wasn't even chasing a terrorist. It was a guy with a fake ID." The woman answers.
The judge signs dismissal papers with one hand, the other resting on a Vought-issued legal packet.
"The law shields their intent. " Her lawyer whispers. "Not their aim. Not the outcome." He adds.
"Still. I used to cheer for him. I had the merch." She retorts, quiet and angry
[ Vought's Tower ]
[ Ashley's office ]
"We updated the loyalty clause," the HR rep says, flipping the tablet towards Ashley.
It reads 'All board members must publicly affirm support for the Dominion Act and recognize Vought Supes as essential state actors'.
[ Palo Alto ]
[ Griffin Systems R&D Lab ]
"The Department wants new AI threat mapping built around Supe-first response logic. " The lead engineer says.
"What does that mean ?" The junior dev asks.
"It means we build systems assuming they are the only ones left standing when the dust settles." He replies cynically.
"That's... dark." She hesitates.
"It's funding. And honestly ? They've saved more cities than senators." He shrugs.
The junior dev glances back to her phone opens on her social media, she scrolls and get the next short.
A teen girl in a homemade Starlight suit, eyes glowing with a filter. She lip-syncs to an inspirational remix of Victoria Neuman's latest speech, spliced over cinematic music and slow-mo shots of her walking through her hallway like it's a runway.
Text flashes over the video No fear. No limits. No apologies. #LiveLikeASupe
[ Brookline ]
[ Parent-Teacher reunion ]
"I found her trying to bleach her eyes. " A mother says quietly to another, voice shaking. "She wanted to glow like Starlight. Said the short made it look so beautiful." She adds.
"My son cried because he thought not being born with powers made him 'useless.' He's seven." The other mom answers her voice just as sad.
They sit in the corner of the PTA room, fluorescent lights buzzing faintly overhead.
"She follows that one influencer, what's her name VeeVeeStormfront ? The one who fakes flight by hooking herself to wires. " The mother of the little girl says. "She's got three million followers and a Vought brand deal. My daughter asked if we could get a loan to 'start supe training.' Like it's a subscription box." She adds.
They both laugh, but it's dry. Tired.
[ Maggie's apartment ]
Maggie walks barefoot to the door, wearing a loose tank top her baby bump still stretching it a bit and sweet pants comfy and molding to her bum. Her hair's pulled into a messy bun, strands falling around her face.
"Thanks for coming." Maggie says, opening the door and letting John comes inside.
"I can't say no to my baby momma. " He quips back stealing a quick kiss from her.
"With three it must be a torture to you." Maggie retorts, closing behind him then walking to the kitchen.
"Want something to drink ?" She asks him and John's eyes fall on a half empty wine bottle.
"Don't tell me you've been drinking Maggie ?" John asks angrily, staring at her.
" Of course, I down a bottle each day what do you think." Maggie scoffs and look at John's unamused face. "I've stopped drinking. And vaping, as soon as I learned I was pregnant." She adds, vexed by the question.
"Good." John says smiling at her. " So, why did you call, is there a problem ?" He asks her.
"Are you implying I call you only when I have a problem?" She says, crossing her arms.
"That or when you want to get well fucked." John answers, raising an eyebrow teasingly.
"Haha." Maggie fakes a laugh before taking a second to compose herself.
"I want out John. From Vought, from Queen Maeve." Maggie finds the courage to say, staring straight at him.
"Uh. To do what? You don't know to do anything. " John retorts.
"That's not true." Maggie says, angry at his degrading words. "I just don't want to keep doing all this bullshit John. You, better than anyone else should understand that." She explains, making him pause for a second.
" So, what? You want to disappear, take my kid and go fuck off on some distant redneck town in anonymity? " John says, already picturing the worst.
"I won't keep you from our kid John. I've seen you with William, and as much as it pain me to admit.. you're good with him. I don't want to steal this, having a dad from our child. But I can't keep being Queen Maeve, I- I don't want that John." Maggie says honestly.
"You're asking me to let you go." John says stepping towards her.
"That's not it. We're linked now. For better or worse. Vought or Homelander and Maeve got nothin' to do with that." She replies to his words.
"Give some time to think about it. Alright ? " John says, now just besides her. Maggie nods and let him bring her against him by grabbing her hips.
"Now come here." He says then starts slowly kissing her. As his tongues teases her own, she bites down on his bottom lip.
"Why must you always fight.." John says between kisses, his hands going under her sweet pants to grabs her ass directly.
"Because you didn't say yes." Maggie answers, her hand grabbing his dick through his pant before she leads him to her bed.
"I said I'll think about it." John replies as he watch her falls on her bed znd shimmers out of her pants exposing her unshaven pussy. Her hand going through her red curls then spreading her pussy lips.
"Shut up and take care of me." Maggie says, her eyes looking at John as he undress before going on his knees.
His tongue darts in between her tasty lips and lick passionately with his strong tongue. Maggie's thighs squeez together and squish around his face as her swollen clit is showered with passionate kisses. His tongue ravaging her sloppy quim as the splashing juices cover his mouth.
"Hhmmmph!~" Maggie moans as he brings her to a first orgasm.
John climbs into the bed and takes the lead, telling her where to position herself. John sit on the mattress while he instruct Maggie to face the opposite direction, spread her legs and lower her sopping wet mound onto his face.
Maggie steady herself her pretty pink pussy in plain view of John and smothering his lips when she lowers herself. Erotic sounds produce from Maggie's spit glazed lips as the rush from being faced upside down while stuffing her mouth full and plugging her throat with his cock.
John palms her ass with his available hands and tongues her naughty bits to his heart's content.
Pleasure consuming them both as John is stroked by her plump lips the flared helmet-head of his turgid cock looking engorged as his cumvein is being pumped full with the impending load. The dual pleasure that they are reveling in left both John and Maggie horny like a pair of beasts tangled together.
John eating her out like a man starved while Maggie chase a mouthful of cum that she seems intent on milking out of his tip, too. Her slutty lips smearing spit all over his slippery duck with her frantic motions. John fondling her marshmallowy cheeks energetically.
"Hhnghh! Mmnppphhg!~" Muffled moans surrounds the bedroom as Maggie's lips form a seal around his meat that fires like a loose cannon.
The eruption of musky cream in her mouth subsequently causing her own climax as her quivering pussy lips eject a stream of her clear juices while her mouth is swimming in the chunky texture of his cum.
They both sit back and states hotly at each other, the seductive way that she fondle John's burly chest showing how much she wants it.
"I think it's time that we start getting serious now, Maggei." John growls, caressing her navel area as he takes the initiative and mounts her.
John's huge boner smack against her engorged clit. The slight wince when John grinds his burly undershaft against her twitching folds arouse Maggie.
John fingers knead her majestic vagina as Maggie spread her legs submissively for him.
"Hurry up!~" Maggie says her hips twitching.
He draw his hips back, lining himself perfectly with her awaiting snatch before thrusting forward with might.
As he pick up the pace, each stab delves deep into her core, pressing against the entrance to her womb.
He keeps a tight hold of her thighs, her entire body is becoming plush and soft from pregnancy and lack of exercise. His fingers sunk into the pale flesh of her thighs and leaves small red marks behind from the pressure he exert. Her pussy cling desperately to his dick and beg silently for his cum.
The sounds of flesh meeting flesh and the groaning of the bed are a fitting soundtrack to their lovemaking. Maghei is etting into a romantic mood, so she leans in and capture his lips in a deep and messy kiss. Multitasking, John keep pounding her pussy and French kissing her. When they part John leans down and start to leave a series of hickeys on her neck.
His fat cock scrap every fold and nook of her pussy without mercy or rest.
"Ah! Oh! That's it, fuck me harder!" She gasps.
They continues like that for almost twenty minutes at this intensity. He's hitting all the right places. Her words melt away into a symphony of whorish moans.
"Give it to me!" Maggie shouts as she notice his expression and grins while licking her lips. She almost scream in joy as an orgasm rock her system and lit her nerves alight.
John finally let loose, a hot injection of cum is blasted against her cervix John silence her by kissing her again, shoving his tongue into her mouth and taking control.
He maintain a firm hold on her legs and exhales through his nose like a bull, grinding himself deeper and making sure that she's filled. But even after dumping every drop of semen in his body into her, he can feel his balls churning. They're working overtime to produce a fresh batch.
Maggie looks like a well-fucked puddle of womanly joy. Moments after getting knocked for a loop she springs back to life and sit up on the bed, stretching out her arms and groaning as her joints popped back into place. She close in again and kiss him long and hard, parting to breathe almost a minute later. She cup his cheeks with both hands and held him close.
Another kiss before she pushes him down onto the bed.
Maggie crawls towards him like a predator on the prowl. Her eyes flashed with a dangerous hunger as her baby bump make her looks so sexy.
She lick her lips and pounces. Kisses and love bites follows. Maggiewas in a romantic mood, she blames the hormones, but she also wants to cum again.
She climbs on him and with a deft hand, she pulls it towards her slit and forced it back into her body. She's on top, looking down at his muscular body with her hungry gaze. and she's enjoying every second of it.
Maggie quickly set about bouncing on top of his cock. She can feel his balls swinging upwards and hitting her ass. He's trapped, forced to lie beneath her and watch her body bounce and jiggle.
Her love of sex is bubbling to the surface, and poor John kd the one she's taking her stress out on.
John's teeth ground together. The veins in his neck bulging and his muscles tensing. Everytime he thinks about taking back control he sees he round belly and so he lets her use him.
"That's it! Let it all out! " She orders him, feeling his dick pulsing.
She press him down onto the bed for the last time and hold him there while he spurts even more semen into her already flooded womb.
Maggie quickly nestle up to his side, pressing her breasts into his arm and lavishing his face with long, messy kisses. The aftercare is intimate and intense, with the two cuddling and making out for almost ten minutes without rest.
Definitely the hormones think Maggie as she looks at John.
"A problem or getting well fucked." John teases her, his hand caressing her stomach as she play with his hair. Maggie rolls her eyes at his word.
"Think about it John." She says, insisting one last time on her wish.
[ A week later ]
[ Malory's safe house ]
Grace watches the smoke curl toward the ceiling as Soldier Boy lounges on the couch, a thick joint hanging from his lips. The news blares from the old.
"A woman president-" He mutters, scoffing. "A fuckin' woman. Unbelievable."
"Out of all the batshit things you've seen since thawing out, that's what rattles you? " Grace doesn't look at him. She just exhales slowly through her nose.
"I'm just saying, used to be, you had to actually do something before they handed you the nuke codes." Soldier Boy shrugs, unbothered.
"I've got a lead on Crimson Countess. An address. Can we please deal with that before you spiral into a '50s time capsule monologue? " Grace turns off the TV with the remote.
"Well, hell, why didn't you say so sooner? " He sits up straight, flicking the joint into the ashtray.
"Because I was waiting for you to stop being a dick. I got tired of waiting." Grace says and grabs her coat.
"There she is." Soldier Boys says, grinning grabbing his shield.
They're out the door before the smoke settles.