I own nothing except the ideas of how I am planning to merge two divergent worlds into a hopefully coherent story.

So here is my attempt to get back into writing after years of mental and physical as well as computer and financial struggles.

I know some of you won't like that I am starting a new fic when I haven't updated others in seemingly decades, but I recently ratcheted "the Boys" season 1 and finally watched season 2 and after reading a pretty good short fic xover with Superman, I was inspired and couldn't get this out of my head.

I have yet to watch s3 of The Boys. I have done so deliberately to avoid adding more to my current head ache.

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Madelyn Stilwell was tired and frustrated. All she wanted to do was go home and spend time with her son. It had been an absolute bitch of a day dealing with the fallout of another bullshit situation caused by her primary asset. The so called worlds greatest hero had once again pulled hissy fit causing millions of dollars of lost stock price and adding more fuel to the ever growing evidence that the blond haired blue eyed All American hero was in fact little more then an emotionally stunted psychopath with delusions of god hood.

Finally she was able to set down her phone and begin to slowly file away paperwork. It was now about 7pm here in New York and officially she'd been off the clock since 5. If it wasn't for the professional perks and the power the job gave her, she would have long ago walked away from the people she was forced to deal with. But that was not possible for many reasons now, primarily because that same psychopath was overly fixated on her as both a substitute mother and a sexual plaything.

She was just powering off her computer when one of the IT stooges came rushing into her office, ignoring her harried assistants attempt to stop her.

"Ms Stilwell, Ms Stilwell, I'm sorry to barge in but there's something you NEED to see!" the panting Asian woman exclaimed, waiving a Vpad around like a flag at the finish line of a race.

Madelyn pursed her lips and held back a shout of rage at being prevented from escaping her prison of an office. "Whatever it is can wait until tomorrow, Aisha. I am already an hour late getting home and I heed to a pump or feed my son."

The woman started to speak again, but Madelyn held up a hand to stop her. "Unless someone declared war on America or a video of Homelander skullfucking Abe Lincoln's corpse is on that pad, I don't want to deal with it right now."

The woman gulped but spun the pad in her had, pressed a few options and Madelyn's large TV turn on and a paused video popped onto the screen. "Ms Stilwell, I think you need to see this." she stated firmly, surprising the other woman. No one not on the Seven or who worked on the 82nd floor spoke to her with that kind of firmness in their voice.

Her curiosity aroused, she stared at the woman, enjoying the slight flinch of her face and hunching of her shoulders before turning to the screen behind her. "This had better be important, Aisha or you're going to be lucky to get a job working for Tec-Time installing home cable and internet."

"Well, I wouldn't say it's good, but you do need to see this." the woman stated as she started the video. It was clear immediately that this was no home recording or cell phone footage. The watermark, date and time stamp and other data on the screen showed that this was rather high end footage taken from a drone. "This was filmed a few hours ago by a Vought drone. It was flying over the mid-west, specifically Kansas when it started reading odd energy fluctuations about 50,000 feet in the air. A few seconds later this happened" She paused and the camera seemed to short and burst into static for a moment before coming back online.

Some distance away from the drone, the sky appeared to have torn open in some kind of jagged rip. Instead of the clear sky over Kansas, beyond the tear was a scene that on it's face seemed farcical. Dozens of what could only be space ships filled a dark void with a very clear shot of what appeared to be Earth to one side and the moon to the other.

The ships all seemed to be firing on one point but their target was too small to make out with this resolution. Before she could ask, the drone's image started to zoom in on the opening and the target point of what could only be some type of laser style weaponry. A few seconds passed and the camera was able to zoom in enough to see that the target was in fact what looked like a man shaped object wearing a red cape and sporting a blue uniform of some king. There was a flash of an explosion and the man like shape started hurling away from the blast point, through the opening in space into the sky above Kansas.

The blue clad figure could be seen tumbling out of control but a long golden glowing rope of some kind seemed to stretch out from the opening to wrap around his ankle. For a moment he was halted and the watched followed the rope to its origins and saw, thanks to the increased zoom of the camera that the rope was being held by a female figure dressed in and identical but more colourful style of uniform to the woman they knew as Queen Maeve. The woman was clearly trying to pull the man back through the opening, but before she could accomplish the feat, she too was struck by the laser like fire and sent hurtling forward through the rip in the sky.

The camera tracked both figures, who were now seemingly unconscious, as they fell towards the Earth. A second screen split and showed a rear view of the drone as it recording the closing of the rift, which sealed with another flash of light. The second view then closed as the drone again focused slowly on the pair falling to their deaths. Several lines of text appeared on screen showing the calculated speed and vector of the pairs, plotting a landing site for their bodies.

The man struck first and when he did it was like watching a bomb going off. Debris was hurled into the sky from the crater of his landing and a visible shock-wave pushed the dust and dirt in an expanding circle. The tracking software of the drone recording an effect similar to a multi-ton bomb struck, leaving a crater 25 feet across and at least 8 or 9 feet deep. Nearly a half mile away, the woman struck with similar force, though her crater was only about 18ft across and 6 or 7ft deep.

The drone circled the area, keeping cameras on the man and woman. Madelyn felt a shudder go through her at the though of the damage the pair would suffer at the impact as the drone zoomed in on the crater the man landed in. The dust kicked up by his landing was clearing and for a moment Madelyn felt queasy at having to see the mangled corpses of the pair.

However to her surprise as the air cleared for the drone's camera to be able to see, the man did not display any obvious signs of his fall or the blast that sent him crashing from the sky. To her further shock, in less then 30 seconds, the man started to stir and within a minute he was sitting up, rubbing the back of his neck as though to ease a crink from sleeping in a bad position. The man then stood, looked around until he was facing the direction of the woman's crater and casually floated into the air and in her direction.

By the time he got to her, the woman was also standing and looking around. Her mouthed moved a few times before her head snapped in the direction of the floating man and then she too lifted off the ground, absently tugging on the rope she still held as it came zipping back easily coiling itself. She hung the rope from a latch on her belt and the man and women spoke to each other, as they checked each other over.

The two spoke for a moment and Madelyn dearly wished the drone had sound. Or that she could read lips as the 8k camera easily captured the movements of their lips. It the pair were speaking English or any known language, it would be easy to get someone to try and transcribe what the pair were saying. She felt a flash of fear as the man first pointed then stared up at the drone as it circled the area.

The man frowned and the woman appeared to ask him something. He turned to her and made sure his back was to the camera. After another moment, the woman nodded and the pair floated further into the air, before they seemed to vanish. Madelyn, being familiar with high speed launches from her time with Atrain and Homelander spotted the displacement of dust and dirt as the pair went supersonic. The drone footage froze and scattered.

Madelyn turned back to face Aisha. "Who has seen this?" she asked, her mind ablaze with possibilities.

"My self, the drone pilot, maybe a half dozen others. I brought it straight to you as it seems like something the Seven will need to look into." was the reply.

"Get any other readings and imagery you can from any other sources in the area. Has any of this been on the news? Any locals investigated the area?"

|The area is pretty devoid of any settlements. Though I;m sure the government recorded at least the crash landing. The area has at least 2 nuclear missile silos within a few miles and they tend to have lot of surveillance in areas with that kind of hardware nearby."

"Get me everything. Contact any source we have in the military and civilian sectors. I want all the data possible about everything that happened and i want it by 815pm. I will personally contact Mr Edgar and present the findings to him myself. Do NOT let any of the Seven know about this yet. Especially Homelander." She reached for the pad and it was given to her immediately.

Stilwell arched her eyebrow. "Well? What the fuck are you waiting for. GO!" she demanded and the startled woman jumped before turning and leaving the room. Madelyn ignored her quiet muttering as the woman left, smirking as the woman muttered that her name was not Aisha but Padme. She turned to her assistant. "Ashley, get some security and clean up teams out there ASAP. I want the area cordoned off and only Vought personal covering the entire area up to those silos. No one, and I mean no one not authorized by myself or Edgars is allowed to step foot any closer then the nearest silo."

Ashley gulped as she took notes on her superiors orders. "And if the military tries to exert authority? Or the land owners object?"

"Tell the military it's a matter involving super activity and requires our direct involvement. Find out who if anyone owns the land and buy it from them. If they won't sell . . . .well at that point they might need a visit from Black Noir." Dismissing her PA with a wave, she picked up her phone and dialed a number.

"Mr Edgars? This is Madelyn Stilwell. I am sorry to bother you after hours sir, but something happened you need to know about."

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AN so that is first part of story, if I decide to continue, next up our mysterious visitors will attempt to learn what happened to them and about the world they now find themselves.