A/N: So, thanks to the latest episode of The Boys, my opinion of Soldier Boy was completely derailed. But, I have a set plan for him going forward, and that means he is going to be very OOC.

Because I really don't want to have to rewrite Noir's entire section in last chapter.

So yes, Soldier Boy is going to be OOC when he finally appears in my story, because I have a plan for him, and I am too lazy to rewrite it.

MINUTES EARLIER

Every single hit had a shockwave behind it.

Every single kick sounded like a nuke going off.

Every single punch… if he could still feel, maybe then, Homelander would be able to make a comparison.

Omni-Man was practically toying with him. Playing pin ball with his now broken body.

Every single hit would send Homelander flying at breakneck speed. And without fail, Omni-Man would intercept the path, and hit him in a different direction.

He was practically a the alien.

By now, Homelander couldn't feel much past the pain he was already in.

His right arm was broken. His left one was gone. Omni-Man had torn it off with ease after a failed punch. Both his legs were shattered, and he was blind in his eyes. And if the amount of blood he was spitting up was any indication, he probably had internal bleeding.

He wasn't surviving this fight.

"How does it feel, facing an enemy you know you can't win against?!" Omni-Man's voice broke through the haze somewhat. "Knowing that your completely defenseless! That your nothing more than a toy!"

"SHTaapp Eeeettt…" Was all he could get out.

He couldn't even yell, Omni-Man had shattered his throat. It's a wonder he managed to get that out.

"Becca Butcher told you to stop it, didn't she?" Omni-Man asked rhetorically as he gripped Homelander's throat. "Begged you… but you didn't."

Suddenly, Homelander was choking, an immense, searing pain shooting through his abdomen as he felt something slam into it.

It took him a few seconds to process that it was Omni-Man's fist going through him.

"You've harmed thousands of innocent people, you piece of shit. You raped, killed, and murdered so many people."

Homelander could only groan in response, in too much pain to do anything.

He was going to die here.

He knew that.

He hated it.

But against Omni-Man… what could he do?

"The last thing you'll ever hear, is my voice, taunting you with the knowledge that you were never truly strong."

And then Homelander couldn't feel anything outside of a searing pain below his neck.

Then there was nothing.

NOW

Everyone stared at the remains of Homelander's chest, eyes wide at the gruesome site.

Televisions weren't casting anymore, so nobody who was watching on a TV or Phone was seeing this.

"Homelander is dead!"

Starlight's gaze shot up towards the source.

And admittedly, the sight of Omni-Man, drenched in blood, an unshakable look on his face, was very intimidating.

"He has paid for his crimes, and his rampage was stopped in the only possible way!" Omni-Man continued.

Starlight found herself pulling out her phone.

People needed to see this.

"He was a rapist! A murderer! He saw each of you as a tool!" The speech was having an effect on the crowd already, all of whom were staring at him in silent curiosity. "His thrived on your love! He had to have it! Yet, he saw you all as beneath him. Toys for him to play with."

Omni-Man's face took on a stern look.

"Vought lets hundreds of supes get away with crimes everyday, covering them up to protect their heroes, and the company!"

Starlight watched, completely sucked in as she live streamed this.

Already, hundreds of thousands of people were watching. And the number was growing.

"No more! Even if Vought somehow survives this revelation, I will not stand for it!" Omni-Man announced, his face glowing with determination. "I will protect everyone! Not just this country, but this world!"

People were beginning to murmur and mumble as he spoke, but he paid them no mind.

"I will stop any supe who thinks they are above the law! I will keep the innocent people of this world safe, both from the natural, and the supers!"

"How do we know your not trying to take Homelander's place at the top of the food chain?!" A random person in the crowd called out, getting nods and murmurs of agreement.

Omni-Man was silent for a moment, before answering. "You don't. But unlike every other supe here, I don't have Vought's backing, because I'm not one of their science experiments!"

"Indeed, you aren't."

The voice… so ethereal, supernatural.

Everyone, even Omni-Man, had wide eyes at the voice.

Starlight herself was somewhat unnerved by how much power the voice itself seemed to hold.

Suddenly, something appeared next to Omni-Man. A glowing, green swirling oval… Portal of some sort?

But what flew out stunned everyone.

The creature wasn't human. It probably wasn't even a supe. It had blue skin, and wore a purple cloak. A sash with different sized timepieces was upon its chest, and it was holding a staff, with a clock at the top of it. It had piercing red eyes, and a scar ran along its right eye.

"Clockwork?" Omni-Man spoke, revealing the creature's name, his own confusion apparent. "Are you supposed to show yourself?"

The newly named Clockwork smiled. "I see all time, Omni-Man. Everything is the way it's supposed to be." He answered vaguely, before turning to address the stunned crowd of people. "I've come to warn you."

Omni-Man raised an eyebrow. "Warn me?" He asked, but Clockwork shook his head.

"All of you." He answered. "Omni-Man's presence in this timeline will create ripples, shockwaves. I'm doing my best to contain them, as I must, but be warned that this universe's very foundation is going to change."

Everyone was somewhat unsettled by that foreboding. But Clockwork smiled.

"I brought Omni-Man from his own timeline, because this one was continuing on a path that would eventually see its destruction. I assure you, he is a very real alien, and he is here to help."

"What are you?" Maeve spoke up, speaking next to her.

"I am called Clockwork, Miss Shaw." Clockwork answered, Maeve's eyes going wide at what Clockwork called her. "I am a being far more ancient than you can imagine, and I hold complete control of time within my grasp." He hovered down next to her, causing her to step back in surprise. "I watch over the infinite timelines, and I intervene when I must."

Leaving the woman speechless, the deity turned it's attention back to Omni-Man.

"Another piece of information that might interest you." Clockwork spoke, catching the, apparently real, alien's attention.

"Yes?"

"Your actions in this timeline have changed things, and people, more than you can understand. But I'm informing you that you have created several possible allies, and have gained many as well." Clockwork informed Omni-Man, who nodded.

"Good."

"But you must give many of them a chance, before you judge them immediately."

Omni-Man's brow furrowed at those words, but he didn't get a chance to say anything, as Clockwork decided to speak up.

"I shall now take my leave." The being said with a smile, glancing out at the crowd. "I wish all of you, good luck in the future." And with those words, the bing disappeared into another portal, similar to how it had arrived.

And millions of people around the world were speechless.

With his bounty claimed, Black Noir wasted no time in marching to the nearest newspaper office.

The New York Times.

Unsurprisingly, many people were very alarmed and hesitant to approach the silent supe, especially after Omni-Man's reveal about superheroes.

Black Noir couldn't blame them.

He wasn't really focused on them anyway.

He marched up to the front desk, the woman at the desk looking at him in slight fear.

"B-Black Noir? How can I help you?" She asked nervously.

Noir didn't answer. Instead, he sat the harddrive down on the desk, along with a note he had written earlier.

Without any further words, Noir took his leave.

His part was done. It was the newspaper's turn now.

Victoria Nuemen was panicking.

Her father wasn't answering.

And she wasn't stupid enough to think the police wouldn't immediately begin an investigation.

They would find out about her. About her abilities.

Oh god… Zoe…

What support she had against the Vought (falsely gained as it was), and whatever support she had in general, were going down the toilet once the police found the files.

Then again, knowing her dad, he had most ordered Vought's servers to be wiped after transferring all of their progress to an off site black ops server.

Still, she was terrified.

The risk of her getting caught was great. Especially if her father had already been caught.

Then again, one thing she did know…

As underhanded and conniving as he could be, her father always had her and Zoe's best interests at heart.

Maybe he had been quick enough to erase the files?

At least, the ones involving her and Zoe.

If it weren't for the possibility of losing her daughter, Neumen might have been happy.

After all, Homelander was most likely gone. The new supe, Omni-Man, had most likely dealt with him.

Though, that created another problem.

Omni-Man was strong enough to toy with Homelander.

And unlike Homelander, Omni-Man seemed to have some sort of healing factor, considering how quickly he recovered from Homelander's yell bursting his ears. She had noticed that on the TV, before Omni-Man had blasted off, flying into the sky with Homelander in his grip.

Victoria Nuemen was panicking.

Because she was worried for her daughter.

Nolan didn't stay for long after Clockwork's appearance. He had created quite the upset.

Vought was probably going down. Admittedly, Nolan had planned to try and get evidence first.

But apparently, all he needed to do was provoke Homelander.

Admittedly, it was luck that this turned out as well as it did, because Nolan had reacted out of sheer fury.

It was his first time in years fighting without his gloves. Feeling the skin of an enemy squishing, crunching, tearing under his own.

Something about it… was satisfying.

Then again, was that really a surprise? He grew up battle hardened on Viltrum. His entire life focused on survival of the fittest.

Loath as he was to admit it, there were some parts of his Viltrumite heritage that would always stick with him.

But that was something he could deal with later.

For now, he had another priority.

It didn't take him long to find the truck Butcher and the Boys were driving. It was on the move, currently, and he had a pretty good idea of where it was going.

He was able to enter the truck quickly with no problem, opening the door and entering at super speed.

He would admit that he was amused by the surprised reaction he garnered from Hughie.

"Jesus fucking Christ!" The man said, jumping back as he brought his hand up to his chest, trying to get his breathing back under control. "You scared the fuck out of me, Nolan."

Nolan chuckled as he picked his gloves back up, putting them on. "Sorry, Hughie."

"Monsieur Grayson, what are you doing back here?" Frenchie asked, looking at the Viltrumite in confusion. "I thought you were taking care of Homelander."

"Already done." Nolan said, surprising everyone there. "Butcher will probably be happy when he sees what's left of him."

In the driver seat, Butcher couldn't help but grin. "I hope so."

MM glanced back at Nolan from the passenger seat. "You took care of that fucker already?"

Nolan raised an eyebrow. "I toyed with him. He was nothing. I wanted to break him, before he died."

Butcher couldn't help the surprise in his voice when he heard those words. "The cunt's dead?"

"Dead, and in pieces."

The satisfied grin on Butcher's face was an expected result.

"But why are you here?" Hughie asked, looking at the large man. "Not to say I don't appreciate the company with what we might be walking into, but isn't there more important stuff for you to do?"

"Homelander saw this as important, enough to threaten A-Train to secrecy." Nolan said as he glanced at the man. "Whatever it is, if it was important to him, then it's very important."

"He's got a point, Hughie." MM said from the front seat. "Homelander was doing this for a reason, and it's probably not good."

"I concur, Petit Hughie." Frenchie said in agreement. "So I'd definitely feel much better with him here."

"Speaking of, if that's the case, why are you guys already on your way?" Nolan asked with a raised eyebrow.

"Not one to just sit around, mate." Butcher replied. "We didn't know how long you'd be fucking up Homelander, or what else you had to do." He glanced at Nolan in the rearview mirror. "Even if Vought's going down after today, we gotta stop anything that might be hurting people."

Butcher's words surprised many of them, especially MM and Frenchie, who had known Butcher for years.

Frenchie glanced at Nolan with a grin. "You've quite the affect on him, Monsieur Grayson."

Nolan raised an eyebrow. "Really?"

"Fuck off, cunts!" Butcher grumbled, causing them to laugh at his expense.

"Speaking of, why Monsieur Grayson now? What happened to vrais heros?" He asked with a smile. Frenchie laughed.

"You have a name, Nolan, you are a person. Your actions have earned my respect." Frenchie explained. "I call you your name, not a title."

Nolan smiled. "Thanks, Frenchie. I appreciate it."

"Holy shit!" MM's voice caught their attention.

"What's up, MM?" Butcher asked, keeping his eyes on the road.

"Fucking New York Times just released an artical on their website, with a bunch of files from Vought!" He said, surprising all of them. As he read further into the article, his eyes flew even wider. "And you'll never believe who gave it to them!"

"Who was it?" Hughie asked, all of them curious as to who they're unnamed helper was."

"Black fucking Noir!"

Everyone's eyes shot wide at his words, unable to believe what he had just told them.

"No fucking way, he's Vought's little attack dog!" Butcher exclaimed, unable to process the fact that Black Noir had fucked Vought.

"It actually does make sense." Nolan spoke up, catching them all by surprise. "He does what Vought says, but he does have a moral compass." Nolan informed them, remembering his and Sam's encounter with the silent hero. "From what I can gather, it's mostly his loyalty to Stan Edgar that kept him under Vought's leash."

"Loyalty that vanished when you revealed Compound V." Frenchie guessed, looking at Nolan, who nodded.

"That's my best guess."

"But wouldn't reveal his own crimes?" Hughie asked, confused.

Nolan nodded. "It would… but like I said, he does have a moral compass." A look of thought crossed his face. "Maybe he just needed a proper someone to guide him."

"Who you thinking? Starlight?" Butcher asked, confused.

Nolan shook his head. "No. She was at the stadium when I got there, and when I returned, she had been evacuating citizens." He said, bringing his finger up to his chin in thought. "Maybe… Queen Maeve?"

"What gives you that idea?" Hughie asked.

"Maeve wasn't there when I started fighting Homelander, but she was helping Starlight evacuate when I arrived…" Nolan explained. "Maybe she encountered him, pushed him in the right direction."

"But she was the Seven's number 2… why would she help us?" MM asked.

Hughie had a thought. "Well, to be fair, she was a lot like Starlight in her early years…" He explained, remembering when Queen Maeve had first skyrocketed to popularity.

"A hopeless situation can lead to a hopeless view." Nolan remarked. "Maybe she felt she had no choice but to ignore what the rest of the Seven were doing…"

"...Until you came along." Butcher guessed. "Any fear she may have had of Homelander probably left when you curbstomped his pretty shitty face into the ground."

Nolan nodded. "It would make sense. Maybe-"

"Butcher." MM's voice interrupted Nolan's, and it looked haunted. "Stop the truck."

Butcher glanced at MM in confusion. "What the fuck for, mate? We're kind on our way to somehting-"

"Butcher…" MM's voice didn't change, his eyes glancing at Butcher. "Just do it."

Butcher looked at MM in confusion, but complied, pulling over and putting the truck in park.

"Alright, now, what's so important?"

MM let out a heavy sigh, looking at Butcher in slight discomfort, glancing between him and his phone while everyone looked at the two with heavy anticipation.

"It's… about Becca."

Butcher's eyes widened, and they hardened. "What, what the fuck did they do to her?!" He exclaimed, immediately assuming the worst.

"She's… she's alive."

Butcher lost all other emotions in his face, shock at the news consuming him completely.

She… she was alive? Becky was alive?!

He was right! He was fucking right, they hadn't killed her!

"Where is she?!" Butcher asked, desperate for an answer.

"An offsite facility… a few miles outside the city." MM answered, still looking like he had just met the devil. Something Butcher took notice of.

"Why the long face, this is a good thing!" He exclaimed, a wide grin on his face, one hundred percent certain of his words.

"Butcher…" MM looked at Butcher seriously. "You aren't gonna like this…"

Butcher felt a feeling of nervousness welling deep in his stomach at MM's words. "Why, what did they do to her?"

"It's not what they did… it's what she agreed to." MM revealed, surprising Butcher.

"W-What?" He asked softly, unable to comprehend that.

But MM's next words nearly destroyed him.

"She's raising her son… for Vought."

A/N: DUN DUN DUN! Yeah, Butcher now knows Becca is alive, and unlike in the show, he knows that she cut a deal with Vought.

Their reunion is definitely going to be much different than it was in the show, and I won't lie, it won't be as happy as many of you would hope.

But it will be mostly happy, and wholesome.

But that's all I'll divulge, so for now, here's the end of the chapter. I hope you all enjoyed it, don't forget to review, and I'll see you all in the next one.