Hey there! Been a while since I last updated this fic. Technically, I came back with Justice: Rip and Tear but finally got to updating this story here! Having recovered a bit from treatment, I finally got around to completing this chapter. Not a lot of action but plenty of intrigue to set up for future storylines. I'm happy to continue this and hope to write more stories in the future. Enjoy!

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"And here we are!" Declared Ashley, ushering Scorpion into his apartment. 'Opulent' was the term that came to mind to describe the decor. Massive marble pillars stood in stark contrast to the wooden ceiling of the second floor. The spectre surveyed the area, noting the white, sleek furniture that appeared to be the chosen style of this room.

"I hope this place is to your liking, sir!" Ashley continued, observing Scorpion as he scrutinized his new apartment, "Vought was generous enough to give this room for free. They heard about your situation and they wanted you to feel welcome here. Rather than, you know, live in a dirty place."

"Feels as if I were living in a porcelain teapot," Scorpion mused, passing by a painting with indifference, "but it is a kind gesture of your company to present me such."

"Well, since you are considered our esteemed guest," Ashley quickly replied, "Vought provides quality service to supes with high rep. You being no exception, of course. That being said, we at Vought would like to show our gratitude in the best way possible."

"I see…" Scorpion noted, "Thank you again, Barret-san."

"Anytime!" Ashley beamed proudly, "Anyway, you can just sit and relax. Y'know, make yourself comfortable."

"Yes," Scorpion spoke, growing irksome, "...so I have been told."

Having familiarised with his temporary abode, Scorpion turned to the slightly nervous woman and said, "I am grateful for your assistance… but I will take my leave."

"O-Oh?" Ashley straightened up in alertness, "Y-You're leaving? I-Is there something wrong with the whole decor?"

"No, it is nothing," Scorpion dismissed her concerns, "but there is still daylight and I would prefer to spend the day scouring the city in search of criminals."

"Oh! That!" The smaller woman realized, "That won't be necessary."

"What? Why?" Scorpion was only a few feet away from his door when Ashley stopped him.

"Y'see," Ashley explained, "We already have supes on patrol right now. I hear A-Train is making his daily runs across NYC as usual. And Homelander is always up in the air, quite literally, and listening to any strange activities with his enhanced hearing."

As she finished, Ashley locked eyes with the tall supe who, instead of being impressed, scrutinized her with judgemental eyes. Ashley's smile faded as he kept staring at her with white vacant eyes. It actually caused the back of her hair to stand in alarm.

"Very well," Scorpion finally said, causing Ashley's shoulders to slacken in relief.

"Even so," Scorpion continued, "I wish to be outdoors and not sit idle in this room."

"I'll let Stillwell know." Ashley quickly replied, "I mean as long as you're, y'know, close by to the Tower."

Ashley walked to the door and continued, "But there are plenty of places you can visit. There is a Vought-a-Burger, and some really good restaurants around the block. We also have a comic shop in Times Square. OH! I know a Starbucks that has a really good vie-"

"Thank you, Ashley." Scorpion interrupted, his eyes lighting up with life and twitching in irritation. Ashley could feel the heat from his body releasing and immediately kept her mouth shut.

"That will be all today," The specter drew in a sharp breath through clenched teeth, struggling to contain his anger. Ashley quickly caught on and hastily bid farewell before darting away. Scorpion finally shut the door, exhaling in solace of solitude once again. The sycophant was beginning to grate on his nerves, and he grimaced at the thought that this might not be their final encounter.

Finally to himself, the spectre took in the decor once more, before teleporting out of the lofty apartment.

Instead of confronting the crowd outside the tower, Scorpion materialized in the expanse of Central Park. Upon his arrival in the open field, he attracted a few astonished glances from nearby onlookers. Disregarding them, the spectre reveled in the warmth of the sun overhead and absorbed the tranquil scenery of the field. Absent were the sounds of distant screams, the chaos of demons rampage, or the threat of invading armies.

Only peace.

The spectre sighed sullenly, before taking a stroll to clear his mind. Ignoring the looks of passersby, Scorpion gathered his thoughts.

Before 'arriving', his last memory was of battling the Forces of Kronika, joined by the combined forces of Earthrealm and Outworld, from both past and present. The battle was fierce. He remembered slaying numerous demons that day and the intensity of the combat. Yet, the most astonishing part was fighting alongside his former foe, Sub-Zero, the man he once blamed for the murder of his family and clan. Upon learning the truth about his clan's demise, the spectre, already abandoning his vengeful quest in respect to his future self, recognized his mistake and aimed to amend his path. But now, it appeared that opportunity had passed. He found himself in a world where 'superheroes' were commonplace, while the existence of other realms was either non-existent or simply unknown.

Which still begged the question: just what happened to Kronika? And what became of his allies? Had the timeline been reset? If so, why was he in this world? Could it be the new timeline?

Questions swirled in his mind, unanswered. With a deep breath, Scorpion dismissed them. One certainty remained: the final battle was won. With Kronika potentially vanquished by the ascendant Fire God Liu Kang. Admiring the natural park's splendor, Scorpion's gaze drifted to a family nearby. The father purchased a treat from a vendor and handed it to his daughter. Her face lit up with joy as she beheld the treat. The parents watched with delight as she relished the frozen delicacy, then shared a kiss after.

The specter, watchful of the scene, reflected on the joy he once possessed. He longed for the gentle touch of his wife's hands and the sound of his son's laughter as he lifted him high. With emotions swirling, Scorpion averted his gaze. Not even in death could the Hellfire mend the sorrow that wounded him most. Fortifying his resolve, if he could not rescue his own family, he would at least save another's. With his turmoil settled, the ghostly assassin vanished in a blink.

When Scorpion returned to his new abode, he was not expecting an uninvited guest.

"Ah!" The man turned with mild surprise, "Scorpion! I was hoping to see you soon. I was just about to leave and come back another time."

The spectral shinobi regarded the man with curiosity. Physically, he appeared ordinary: a dark-skinned man of average height, well into his 70s, clad in glasses and a suit that exuded professionalism and tidiness. Yet, his demeanor was notably unusual. Unlike most humans who displayed enthusiasm upon meeting him, this man's reaction was markedly subdued, bordering on cold detachment. The spectre surmised that this human must have become accustomed to encounters with superheroes. Considering Earthrealmers weren't much different, it was likely this man aligned more with their reactions in a past timeline. Nevertheless, this left the spectre feeling wary.

"You know of me," Scorpion began, "yet I know nothing of you, Mr..."

"Edgar," the man replied formally, "Stan Edgar. CEO of Vought Internationals."

The man, now Edgar, raised his hand for a shake–a gesture to which Scorpion responded in kind.

"I am honored to meet you, Edgar-sama." Scorpion spoke, "Yet, I am still not sure what to make of you appearing in my new home."

"Ah, forgive me for barging into your home," apologized Edgar, "I was attending to some business matters on Floor 82 - that's where my office is - when your arrival was announced. Ashley Barrett informed me of your stay and I thought to come by and greet you properly. Apologies if my appearance was sudden."

"All is forgiven, Edgar-sama," Scorpion said, "I had to gather my thoughts outside and contemplate my future."

He turned to the kitchen and declared, "I will make some tea."

"Oh, that won't be necessary," Edgar politely declined, "I wanted to stop by and see if everything is accommodated to your every need."

"I am satisfied with what is given," Scorpion answered, "My compliments for your hospitality."

"I'm flattered," Edgar gratefully said, "I will let the staff know."

Edgar quickly changed the subject, "And I also hear you are staying for one night? If you wish, I can extend your stay for a week. Maybe give you some time before you decide to leave."

"That is kind of you," Scorpion complimented, "But I am content with my current bases."

"Bases?" Edgar looked impressed, "So it is true? Fascinating. But surely you would want to live in a place like this, don't you? Vought offers adequate living standards and benefits for superheroes."

"I appreciate the offer but I lived a life of secrecy," Scorpion declined, "and from the way this conversation is heading, this visit isn't just to check on my well-being."

"Whatever do you mean?" Edgar asked, speaking with a tone that Scorpion knew was feigned ignorance.

"I may not be well-versed in modern technology," Scorpion led on, "But I am versed in business dealings. Especially with devils who hide behind false promises."

Edgar, for a brief moment, dropped the facade. Not entirely, but rather than be angry by the accusations thrown at him, he seemed impressed and actually somewhat relieved even.

"I figured it would be impartial of me to at least start things civil before we cut to the chase," Edgar admitted–taking a seat on the couch, "but rest assured, I always keep my word. No strings attached."

"That remains to be seen." Scorpion countered–his tone almost slipping to a growl. Edgar, meanwhile, kept cool and not show any hint of fear.

"Can't blame your mistrust," Edgar didn't fault him, "but it is certainly a nice change to meet someone who actually reads the devil in the details."

"I have been fooled twice in my life," Scorpion stated–reminiscing of Quan Chi and Kronika's malevolent offers, "I will not do so a third time."

"Fair enough," Edgar was prepared to stand, "I suppose this means the offer is off the table."

"Not quite," Scorpion denied, prompting a semi-surprised look on Edgar's face, "be as it may, I am actually open to negotiations... on my own terms."

Edgar looked impressed and admired the spectre's way of thinking, sitting back down on the couch as negotiations continued.

"Well, in that case, let's begin, shall we?" Edgar declared, "Starting off, I will assume that you know enough of what has been told. Something that I, for once, will gladly fill in the blanks."

"Only that I am offered a place in this so-called 'Seven'," Scorpion admitted, "or 'Six' in this case."

"I stand correct," Edgar said aloud, "I presume Stillwell offered you the seat?"

"Her and Homelander," said Scorpion, "They did not offer it upfront but suggested I take it. I have been told there is to be a replacement for the seventh member and that there is a 'draft' going on. But that is all I have been told. I could not get any further detail beyond that."

"Well then," Edgar hummed, "I will be of help here. Knowing your sense of awareness, I will lay out the details. Here at Vought, our analysts and researchers go over several candidates - that being superheroes - and determine who will join - you guess it - the Seven–based on not just their powers but their personalities, motivations, and popularity."

"Popularity," Scorpion brought up, "you mention it as if it were an important aspect for heroes."

"Indeed," Edgar conceded, "though, I would like to point out that a hero needs to have a positive relationship with the public itself. The higher your ratings are, the more beloved you are with the people. Or fanbase. Whichever you would like to call them, the point is any negative traits such as harming civilians, clashing with law enforcement or causing public scandals are deal-breakers in our books. To which we frown upon the most."

"Fair enough," Scorpion conceded, "though, you should know I have killed people in the past–something that the public has now become aware of."

"True," Edgar shrugged, "however, you kill criminals, Scorpion. Something that the public is perfectly content with. Admittedly, a grey area for some heroes but as long as the killing doesn't extend to casualties that - to which I've been told of your concerns - include civilians, the public does not object to your actions."

Scorpion nodded, however, uneased he was to know about that. Edgar continued, "Back to the topic, since you are intrigued by the meaning of popularity, there was quite a competition until you showed up. And you have quite the numbers, I should say. Since your debut, your polls have skyrocketed up to forty-six point eight points. That's a lot, I should add. And given the massive hit on Voughtube, people are now clamoring for your candidacy. Already, our investors and shareholders are keen on supporting your endeavors. Though, you've probably known that by now."

"As I have been told many times," Scorpion looked a little bothered by the repetition, "but as much as I am pleased to know the people wish to be their champion, I do feel it would be an unfair advantage to take. Especially knowing that there are others who might have had the chance for the position."

"Well, their loss, your gain." Dismissed Edgar, almost to the point of apathy, "But that's not to say they won't have a chance. There can be a spot in the Seven. Unfortunately, our current lineup won't be changing for the foreseeable future. That is... if you decline."

"And if I declined," Scorpion took a seat opposite of Edgar, "what would happen?"

"Well," Edgar cleaned his glasses as he spoke, "not much would change. Except a suitable replacement would take the Seven seat instead of you. Still, we can settle for a much lower but comfortable contract. Maybe some merchandise to your name. The salary will be modest enough to accommodate all living expenses. And publicity, especially now, will remain the same but this way, the people will recognize your humility and give you a potential spot on the Seven in the future."

"But you just said it was unforeseeable?" Scorpion quirked an eyebrow, urging the Vought executive to smirk, "Have I, now?"

Scorpion, understanding the implication, simply moved forward.

"I see," he sighed, "if I may ask, you mentioned these drafts will be determined by these... analysts, yes?"

"Well," Edgar tilted, "there's more than just analysts but yes, Vought determines who joins the Seven."

"So it's not just one?" Scorpion further inquired.

"Hmmm..." Edgar looked thoughtfully on it, "Maybe one or two. That's Stillwell's job, technically. But I could pull some strings as well."

"I see..." Scorpion finished, standing up from his seat, "Then I have decided."

"Oh?" Edgar waited expectantly, "And your decision...?"

Scorpion, without skipping a beat, "I accept the proposition."

"Wonderful!" Edgar stood up from his seat, cracking a smile, "I am pleased to hear! Though, before we shake hands, I take it there is something else on your mind. Perhaps... something you wish to arrange?"

"Yes," Scorpion admitted, "I have but a few conditions in mind..."

Edgar, maintaining his smile, simply said, "You name it."

The next day...

It all led to this moment. The production team excelled as anticipated. The lighting and cameras were strategically placed, and every seat was occupied by an eager audience. Not only fans of the Seven but also Vought's investors and shareholders were present. The news about the new hero joining the Seven had spread rapidly, and the identity of the newcomer was no mystery. Scorpion, Vought's latest sensation, had quickly won over the public. With the announcement made in haste, the entire tower was now bustling with activity to prepare everything. Stan Edgar was the one who initially shared the news with the team, sparking a frenzied rush to action.

Madelyn sat before a mirror. The makeup team was doing their best to give her that glow-up. Sitting just next to her was Homelander–being given that same glow-up. Like every showcase, Madelyn prepared her lines and exuded the same confidence she always had. And so did Homelander.

"This is gonna be a big payoff." Madelyn thought out loud.

"I-It sure is," Homelander agreed, though, a tinge of nervousness betrayed his facade, "I'm just wondering if Scorpion is coming. Where the hell is he?"

"Relax, Homelander," Madelyn cooed, "he's probably not used to being in the spotlight. A guy like him having a big reveal takes a lot of courage to do something that brazen. He's probably in the washroom puking his guts out from stage fright."

"Tsk. 'Stage fright'?" Homelander scoffed, "Have you seen the way he acts around people? The guy's got the swagger to make ISIS think twice about messing with him."

"Not Stan Edgar, it seems," she countered, causing Homelander to grimace at the name.

"Edgar," Homelander huffed at that name, "of all the people to get the ninja to join us, it had to be him."

"Say what you want, Homelander," Madelyn dismissed, "but he didn't become CEO out of nothing."

Homelander shook his head in annoyance, before waving the makeup team away. Getting up from his seat, Homelander was ready to argue further when he saw Scorpion coming their way.

"Scorpion!" He said aloud–sporting that camera-friendly smile and gathering Madelyn's attention, "There you are! Thought you ran out on us!"

"Forgive my brief absence," Scorpion greeted amicably, "I figured I kept myself hidden until I was called. But in order for me to be part of the Seven, I would have to be more acquainted with the people here."

"Well, that's very thoughtful of you," Madelyn spoke, waving the makeup artists away as she stood up, "But I get the angle. You exude that mystery aura. Love it! But I'm grateful you would tell me this. Nonetheless, we're glad that you join."

"Yeah," Homelander agreed, placing a hand on the spectre's shoulder, "and the Seven's got your back, all right."

"I am pleased to hear such support, Homelander," Scorpion sincerely spoke, "I will do my utmost to make the Seven proud."

"Well, I'm glad to hear..." Homelander said, actually touched by those thoughtful words, "You'll do great on the team."

Scorpion nodded. Madelyn, meanwhile, cleared up her throat to get their attention.

"Well, I am glad both of you are getting along well but the show is about to roll soon," Madelyn declared, "Homelander, think you can show him the ropes while I'm on stage? Gonna be up soon."

"Sure thing, Maddy," Homelander accepted before she departed. With just the two of them, Homelander relaxed and actually felt comfortable for once. Gesturing the spectre to follow him to the stage, Homelander took his time to debrief with the spectre.

"Alright," Homelander started, "So gonna keep things short and simple: this is your big day. Not the bank, I mean the big day. Everyone out at the seats - with all the cameras and spotlights pointed to us - are gonna meet the real you."

"That, I am aware," Scorpion agreed, "if you are concerned about stage presence, I assure you that this is not my first time."

"Good," Homelander was relieved, "you seem like you got this handled."

The spectre nodded appreciatively. Homelander continued, "And, uh, I hope this isn't too much to ask but that whole 'vanishing act' you do, think you could give the audience one fiery entrance? Some added flare would look good upon first impressions."

"I had thought of it long before you brought it up," Scorpion admitted, "and though, I have no taste for theatrics, I will make an exception. Perhaps do more than what is planned."

Homelander looked quite impressed, "I like that attitude. Glad you're thinking fast."

Arriving near the stage, both stopped just near the edge where the shadows still shrouded them from the audience. Madelyn was up–standing on a podium and spewing the usual corporate lines she memorized in the back of her mind. Still promoting Vought's products, Homelander took the time to finish his final thoughts.

"Look, Scorpion," Homelander began, "I really am glad you joined the Seven."

"Again, I am pleased to hear." Scorpion repeated. Homelander shook his head, "No, I mean it. It's been too long since we were just the 'Six'. You being part of this team means a lot. Our last guy, Lamplighter, left us in a bit of a mess. Got Vought a bit antsy but they were quick to replace him, alright. Honestly, both of you having similar powers actually made our work go smoothly. Still, it's great that you agreed."

"Yes..." Scorpion breathed sharply, "...so I've been told many times."

"Sorry," Homelander apologized, "don't mean to hammer it in. Though, if you don't mind me asking, what did Stan, uhh, do to convince you to join us? I heard that he approached you yesterday. Not many Supes get to meet him unless they catch his attention. One way or another."

"Indeed," Scorpion confirmed, "he has a way with words, I will admit. However, all will be revealed soon."

Homelander looked a tad bit disappointed but was content with waiting to hear it onstage. Back on stage, Madelyn was almost ready to introduce Homelander. Just before she did, Scorpion immediately turned back.

"Hey," Homelander quirked an eyebrow, "where are you going? Intro's about to start!"

"Like you said, Homelander," Scorpion recalled, "I'm going to 'add flare'. Also, hold still when it happens."

Hearing that, Homelander could only snort in jest before the spectre disappeared into the darkness. Then it occurred to him at the last minute.

"Wait a sec, what did he mean by 'hold still'?"

"-adies and gentlemen, please welcome the Homelander!" Madelyn proudly announced his presence. Homelander's thoughts washed as he strode into the spotlight with confidence. To hear the cheer of the crowd, the looks of awe and worship as they sang his name, and the flashing lights as cameras flashed. It only served to fuel the premier superhero's dopamine to an excessive high. He felt euphoric. And he could never get enough of the glory. Homelander, however, knew to hide his emotions well.

"Thank you so much, everyone!" Homelander praised as he stood on the podium.

"I am pleased to announce that today is a great day!" Homelander announced, "For we have some fantastic news to share here at Vought!"

The crowd roared with awe and excitement before Homelander continued, "But before we discuss further, I would like to give a toast to one of our fellow heroes here at Vought. After a long, distinguishing career with the Seven, our good friend, the Lamplighter, has retired."

The audience deflated once they heard news of the former hero.

"I know, I know," Homelander reassured, "we at the Seven and Vought too are deeply saddened by his sudden leave. All of us will sorely miss him."

Homelander feigned a fake sniffle to gather more sympathy as he went on, "But let's give him a big 'thank you' for his time with us!"

The audience clapped with applause and support. Homelander quickly changed the topic to something brighter.

"But now, as we turn towards the future, we at the Seven have finally found someone to continue his legacy! As you all know by now, he has become a media sensation for the past week! You all know who I'm talking about! He's been an absolute trailblazer since his debut! Please welcome to our newest member of the Seven: Scorpion!"

The audience stood up from their seat as they eagerly awaited the arrival of the newest addition. And waited. And waited. And waited... until the clapping slowly died to an awkward pause.

"...Scorpion?" Homelander spoke through one of the mics to get the spectre's attention, only to receive more silence. Glancing over his shoulder to see Madelyn silently mouthing "What's happening?"

On the other side of the stage, Homelander saw Ashley standing behind the curtains, shrugging awkwardly as she too had no clue where the spectre went.

"Uh, sorry, everyone," Homelander cleared his throat, "it seems we're having some technical difficulties. Please, remain seated afte-"

Homelander's speech was suddenly cut off by a massive fire tornado erupting in the center of the room. The audience, visibly shaken, recoiled from the blistering heat. As the tornado dissipated, a figure emerged from its core. Scorpion rose from his crouched position, his chained kunai skimming the ground. He started to swing the chain in large circles, then hurled it toward Homelander. The foremost hero stood motionless, recalling the spectre's earlier words to him.

"Hold still."

And so he did, as the kunai halted mere inches from his face before snapping back to its master, who disappeared into the fiery tornado once again, only to reappear on stage moments later. The crowd erupted in thunderous cheers and applause as the spectral assassin revealed himself, bowing to the exuberant audience.

"Wow! Just wow!" Homelander gave a hearty laughter, "What. An. Entrance! Let's give it up for Scorpion!"

The roar of the crowd intensified as he made his entrance. Scorpion moved toward the hero, greeting him with a solid handshake before giving Stillwell a warm embrace. Homelander stepped away from the podium, yielding the spotlight to Scorpion as he deserved.

"It is an honor to be here at Vought. I would like to thank Homelander and Madelyn Stillwell for giving me this opportunity to join among heroes. Were it not for them, I would have found myself lost without purpose. And because of that, I am now dedicated to delivering justice to the innocent so long as I breathe."

The audience applauded, deeply moved by the spectre's poignant words.

"However, as I claim my standing among the Seven, I wish to deliver a message to the heroes who still continue their work out there."

The crowd went silent as they listened intently. Cameras quickly zoomed in on the spectre himself.

"From where you stand, you may see this as a loss... and a gain from where I stand. Some of you may even believe that I did not earn this privilege through honest work and merit. And you may be right. But do not take this as a sign of defeat of your purpose. There is nothing more rewarding than doing right by the innocent and just..."

As Scorpion continued, the gears in Homelander's mind began to turn as he wondered where this was going. He turned to Madelyn, who seemed to be in silent agreement with a tilted head.

"...which is why I have a special announcement for those still in service."

The crowd was dead silent, wondering to themselves as to what this was leading to.

"Henceforth, I will step down as member of the Seven and decide on who will become my successor in one year..."

The crowd jumped into an uproar as they began to ask questions. Cameras began to flash once more–capturing this unprecedented moment.

"...with full authority granted by Vought CEO, Stan Edgar, himself!" Announced Scorpion, catching everyone by surprise. Stillwell quickly stepped in, politely getting Scorpion off the podium and going into full damage control. Standing next to Homelander, the latter looked at Scorpion with widened eyes–surprised to hear not only him stepping down but also being permitted by freakin' Edgar of all people.

"T-That's what Edgar offered you?" He spoke incredulously, to which Scorpion simply shrugged.

"I requested him of it, actually." Replied Scorpion. Homelander had little time to process as cameras started flashing. Quickly, he shut his thoughts away and draped his arm over his shoulder–smiling for the public. Scorpion, likewise, crossed his hands, putting on a more relaxed posture.

"Thank you, Scorpion, for bringing such huge news!" Stillwell praised, "Ladies and gentlemen, give a round of applause for Scorpion and the Homelander!"

Later...

Scorpion drowned out the cacophony of middle-aged men in suits wishing to talk to him and lick his boots after. It had grown stale shaking wrinkled hands with these 'investors'. It was fortunate that he had his mask on as he hid the grimace he had as they gawked at him like some new zoo exhibition.

Sighing with annoyance, the spectre glided past the bodies of Vought executives and visiting investors, occasionally offering greetings before moving on. Upon finding an empty table with several seats where he could find solitude, the spectre settled into a chair, keeping to himself. Even in solitude, the din of sycophants engaging in conversation and the clinking of champagne and wine glasses filled the air on this special occasion.

Sensing another presence reaching for him, Scorpion opened his eyes only to relax at the sight of Queen Maeve with a glass of martini in hand.

"Not much of a people-person, are you?" She surmised the spectre. A sharp breath from the latter was all it took to answer Maeve's curiosity.

"Yeah. Figures." She took a seat, paying no mind if the spectre actually wanted her presence, "if you don't mind, my head's turning a little. Just gonna sit for a bit until the alcohol wears off."

"None at all," Scorpion waved off, "though, I have seen you taking more of it to an excessive limit."

"Keeping tabs, are we?" Maeve snarked, downing the glass in one gulp, "But to answer your question: superhero metabolism."

Scorpion nodded in acknowledgement despite his uneasiness. The conversation came to an awkward silence before Maeve picked up another topic.

"So..." Maeve smacked her lips, "Stepping down? That's a pretty ballsy move, right there."

Scorpion dismissed, "I don't see how that should affect me. Or anyone for that matter."

"No, not really," Maeve conceded, "but you're the first Supe to ever make such a move. Most Supes I know would kill to have a spot in the Seven. And when they do, they will do whatever it takes to stay in it. You offering it up in a handbasket really only drives them to compete for the spot."

"I thought my decision didn't affect you?" Scorpion scrutinized her. Maeve simply shrugged and looked off at the party.

"Me? Nah," She admitted, "I'm content with where I am. No need to fight for the title when Vought's got me covered. I practically have it all without fuss. Just gotta whore myself out with these product promotions. As do the others."

Scorpion blinked in surprise to hear her honesty. He had known the heroine briefly and she was already laying him thick with information. Maeve then turned directly to him, "So what's your angle?"

"My angle?" Scorpion quirked a brow.

"Yeah. As in motive?" She cleared up as if he hadn't a clue what she meant, "What exactly spurred you to do something like that?"

Scorpion sighed as he prepared himself.

"The truth? I feel my place in the Seven is... misplaced, somehow."

Maeve looked at him weirdly, "How? You accepted the deal already for what amounts to a one-year contract? What could possibly possess you to take a step out of the spotlight?"

"Nothing," he answered, "I chose of my volition. No one decided on my behalf. I have made it clear with Mr. Edgar."

Maeve looked at him weirdly, "I find that hard to believe. Seriously, if you feel misplaced, why accept it to begin with?"

Scorpion looked thoughtfully at the question he received.

"I suppose my methods are... questionable. I understand that 'killing' is accepted among heroes but if the Seven themselves represent paragons of the world, then I will have to find a suitable replacement worthy of the position. I will not inspire nor be admired by the public for my brutal methods unless there is no other choice."

Maeve looked somewhat impressed by his words before laughing under her breath, much to Scorpion's incense.

"Is there some humor I am not seeing in this conversation?" He questioned her. Maeve cleared her throat as she addressed him.

"No, nothing against you," She cleared up, "but that word, 'Paragon'. That's not something I've heard for a long while. Hell, probably not in my vocabulary either."

Scorpion scrutinized her words, carefully deciphering her meaning.

"Hey Maeve!" Homelander suddenly entered, prompting the two heroes to turn their attention and halt their discussion.

"Seems like you two are mingling together!" He spoke humorously, "Hope I'm not playing third wheel here?"

"Nah, just killing time," Maeve dryly said, right before standing up and glancing at Scorpion, "I'm gonna get myself some more refreshments."

"You go do just that, Maeve," Homelander encouraged with a smile, before addressing Scorpion.

"So what do you think of her?" He asked curiously, urging the spectre to respond, "I suppose... an impressionable one."

"Yeah, she can be a little rough around newbies," Homelander admitted, "Anyway, sorry if I 'broke' the mood between you two but Madelyn wants to see you."

Scorpion grimaced at the possible confrontation. Standing up, he followed Homelander behind.

"So enjoying your newfound status? Even if it's for one year?"

"Currently, rather off-putting with these sycophants." Scorpion answered, "But I am eager to do some good while I am here."

"That's... good," Homelander lightly said, "but... I am kinda disappointed. Then again, if you do feel misplaced, I won't judge you on that."

Scorpion paused, surprised to hear Homelander, to which the latter explained, "Oh sorry, I was eavesdropping. Super hearing, y'know. Bad habit of mine. But look, I totally get your meaning. It does feel overwhelming being in the Seven, sure, but maybe down the line, you'll change your mind."

"Thank you for your support," Scorpion tried to move on, "but I am certain of my decision. Even so, we can always stay in touch after I step down. I have no plans on retirement."

"I'm... flattered," Homelander felt touched, "but again, the doors to the Seven are always open."

Scorpion nodded. Eventually, the two found Stillwell chatting with a men in suits, turning heads once she saw the two coming over.

"Thank you, Homelander!" She embraced him before greeting the spectre, "Scorpion."

"Good to see you, Ms. Stillwell," He politely addressed, "Homelander has told me that you wish to speak to me."

"Why, yes." Stillwell confirmed, "Your announcement made quite the headlines and I cannot believe with my own ears you would actually... do the impossible."

"It seems I have caused more fuss than I imagined," Scorpion hid his exasperation, "surely, the Seven can continue on without me?"

"Of course, Scorpion!" Stillwell accepted upfront, "In fact, your departure scored plenty of support from several demographics."

Madelyn quickly turned and called, "Ashley!"

Stillwell's assistant almost spat her drink but quickly recovered and walked up to them with an iPad in hand.

"Tell Scorpion his numbers." Madelyn ordered.

"Twenty-six points with your base, Mr. Scorpion," Ashley reported. Scorpion did not quite understand the numbers she was referring to but simply nodded assumed it to be a good thing. Homelander, meanwhile, was surprised and even envious with the boost in popularity his new teammate had received. Ashley continued on.

"A massive sixty-six percent uptick with millennials. Seventy-eight percent of it, especially, being Asian-Americans. Your score is off the charts. Besides your costume and superpowers, they love your attitude. Your humility, especially, to give potential heroic startups a chance in your shoes."

"I suppose those are... impressive numbers." Scorpion understated, still not getting the point of invisible numbers, much to the perplexed looks he received.

"Seriously?" Homelander vexed, "You're famous! And your reaction is 'impressive numbers'?! You should be celebrating with champagne and girls!"

"Forgive my underreaction," Scorpion apologized, "But I am not yet accustomed to these 'ratings' that all of you seem fixated on."

The revelation left Homelander utterly perplexed by his companion's mindset. How long had he been living under the rock? The level of ignorance about the attention he garnered astounded the hero.

As if sensing the hero uncomprehending the spectre's views, Stillwell stepped in and said, "Either way, it's a great thing! And I'm sure there are ways of celebrating this."

"Indeed," Scorpion agreed, "preferably elsewhere, where I can find some peace to myself."

Madelyn snorted at that, "You? Peace? That's an unusual choice."

"If the man chooses what to do with his earnings," a voice interrupted them, "then allow him to do so."

Everyone turned their attention to find Stan Edgar approaching them. Among them, only Scorpion stood still, offering a respectful nod as he came forward. He observed the folder in Edgar's hand. The others displayed varying degrees of caution. Ashley alone stepped back from the group, aware of her position in the hierarchy. Homelander maintained a calm exterior but turned pale at the sight of Edgar, knowing well that the CEO was not a man to be angered under any circumstances. Lastly, Madelyn, as Stan Edgar's protégé, greeted him with respect.

"Mr. Edgar," she addressed, "this is a surprise! How are you enjoying the night?"

"I am fine, Maddy," he waved off, "just wanted to stop by and congratulate Scorpion's official joining to the Seven."

"I appreciate the support, Edgar-sama." Thanked Scorpion.

"Hey Stan,' Homelander addressed, "been a while."

"Greetings, Homelander." Edgar coldly replied beneath that fake smile, "Likewise. Is there something I can do for you?"

Homelander, still keeping up his squeaky clean image, replied, "Just... good to see you, is all. You're always in your office. Not good for your health."

"Well, so long as I am running this company and covering your public image, I won't be retiring just yet." Edgar all but shot back.

Homelander's smile wavered against the man's steady one. Scorpion quickly took note but remained silent, considering mentioning it later. Fortunately, Madelyn intervened and assumed control, "So Edgar, what brings you here besides joining us?"

"Well, it just so happens I have filled out some paperwork for Scorpion here to keep on profile," Edgar informed, handing the folder to him, "whenever you're ready, I'll be sure to handle the rest once all papers are signed."

"Thank you, Mr. Edgar," Scorpion appreciated, "I look forward to future investments."

"Investments?" Madelyn inquired, "I hadn't thought you would be so quick to accept other offers?"

"Scorpion here had quite a lot of requests during our discussions." Edgar further detailed, "That is... if the man himself is comfortable to speak openly and in between... mature minds."

Homelander, feeling brushed by Edgar's dismissal, was all set to leave before Scorpion noticed and stepped in.

"Homelander is leader of the Seven, would he not have any say in this matter?" Scorpion questioned, much to Homelander's surprise. And so were Madelyn and Edgar when the spectre for the star superhero. Fortunately, the latter took it in strides and proceeded.

"I suppose that is true." He conceded, "Very well, in any case. As you all know, Scorpion is offering up his seat within the next year or until he's found a suitable candidate."

"Pffft. Figures." Homelander scoffed, Edgar ignored him and continued.

"Moving on, that announcement was merely phase one in Scorpion's plans. What was not mentioned - which is just between all of us - was the possible opening of an academy under Scorpion's guiding hand.

"A dojo?" Homelander looked surprised, "Jesus, you're thinking far ahead, aren't you?"

"It is not quite concrete, I'm afraid," Scorpion downplayed, "but after thinking hard on my initial plans after my leave, I thought why not open a school where students are taught in the ways of the Shirai Ryu."

"And Vought will gladly cover the expenses." Edgar supported, "Madelyn here will gladly help you work out the gaps while you have my full permission to oversee the project as you see fit."

Madelyn took a double-take and replied, "That's quite... an undertaking for Mr. Scorpion. But I will see what I can do to help his project come to fruition. I didn't become a manager for supes for nothing."

"And that's why I hired you for that position," Edgar spoke almost condescendingly, "but until Scorpion has given the clear, this project will be under wraps. None of this can be leaked to the press until he is set."

"I thank you for discretion, Mr. Edgar," Scorpion thanked, "if you'll excuse me, I think I've had my fill with this social gathering."

"Please, by all means," Edgar excused him, "I actually have some matters to discuss with Madelyn... privately."

The spectre nodded and bowed, choosing to exit on foot instead of teleporting as was his custom. Homelander, acknowledging his superior's intent, trailed behind after bidding farewell to the two Vought executives. Once they were alone, Madelyn let her false smile fade, replacing it with a genuine one directed at Edgar.

"Well, Edgar," she began, "seems you managed to snag under another supe under your thumb where I couldn't."

"I wish," Edgar replied, snagging a glass of champagne from a passing waiter, "and enough with the formalities, Maddie. It's not like these people care how we think."

"Well, you're their boss... and mine as well," Madelyn said, "but still, you managed to lure our new product into the fold."

"If only..." Edgar murmured, prompting a raised brow from his understudy who asked, "What do you mean?"

"Well, much of what was said was true," Edgar confessed, "but you could say I barely convinced him on the account of sheer dumb luck."

"That's... something," Madelyn was stunned to hear, "but the deal worked out in the end."

"Yes... and no." Edgar countered.

"What? What do you mean?"

"While I was negotiating with him about his position," Edgar explained, "I quite a bit of insight about the man through our discussions. And believe me when I tell you that he has proven himself a cut above the usual manchildren we deal with on the basis."

"Meaning?" Madelyn looked intrigued as Edgar went on.

"He saw right through me the moment I offered the seat. Not helped that you and Homelander have laid it quite thick during his visit. Of course, it was always our plan but I have a feeling that your poster child had something to do with the initial distrust."

Madelyn winced at that–knowing she couldn't help but agree.

"But as I said, sheer dumb luck," he continued, "and with that comes with his unique quirks."

Madelyn kept quiet.

"He is headstrong. But sharp-minded. A dangerous combination. And from what I have gathered, he is no stranger to deals and is not someone you can fool with money at the drop of a hat."

"Will he be... difficult?" Madelyn concerned.

"To an extent," Edgar admitted–leaning closely into her ear, "from what I can tell, he's a clean slate. Hasn't done anything questionable. At least, as far as we're concerned. For now, I think it's best to just keep him out of our... usual protocols. Especially Floor 67."

Madelyn nodded firmly.

"So keep him in the dark...?"

"Yes," he ordered, "and keep it discreet. Have him focused on the heroics and promotions. That's all."

"Understood."

"Good," Edgar distanced himself, "well, besides our usual table talks, you enjoy your night. I'll be off now."

"Thank you, Stan." Madelyn farewelled, "You have a good night."

Meanwhile...

"Well, aren't you full of surprises..." Homelander brought up as he walked alongside the spectre, "...gotta admit, I was under the impression you'd just go back on the streets and do some old-school heroics. But a school? That's pretty ambitious."

"Not quite the apt description," corrected Scorpion, "but that is the plan. I will still continue my duties as I have promised. And I have no intention to sit on my hands as I leave the group."

"Still, a school?" Homelander continued the topic, "I'd be hard-pressed to believe you'd be a teacher. Don't really get that vibe on you."

"There are things you don't know about me, Homelander," Scorpion said brusquely, "but that is the plan. Being the last of my clan, I wish to pass down my knowledge and teachings to the next generation."

"So why not do it now?" Asked Homelander, "One year is quite long."

Both entered the elevator and made their way to Scorpion's apartment.

"Perhaps," Scorpion conceded, "but time flies quickly in the blink of an eye. Besides, I am not so hasty as to open my academy to all. That is why I must hold off until I have vetted all of my candidates under my tenure. Not just students but teachers as well."

"Teachers?" Homelander mentioned, "I guess that's fair. A lot of students means a full staff. No brainer. Though, I should probably warn you about puberty hitting them. God, you have no idea how many stories about kids pumped with hormones and teen pregnancies. Hell, they have a better time controlling their power than they can control what's in their pants. Oh, and phones. God, are they so hooked on the internet."

"I... am grateful for that forewarning," Scorpion looked unsettled, "I'll be sure to monitor that behavior when I begin preparations."

"I am happy to help," Homelander gave solace, "wouldn't have it any other way."

The elevator opened to the floor where the spectre now lived. Both men exited and walked to his apartment.

"So, since technically the academy you're pitching isn't happening soon," Homelander prodded, "what do you plan on naming it as?"

"Quite simple..." Scorpion answered, "The Shirai Ryu Academy."

"After your clan?" Homelander prodded, "Nice. Has got a ring to it, even. You could definitely make merch off your school. Given that your name is now Vought brand, it might help to boost your school's existence in the long run."

"I will take your suggestions to heart," Scorpion accepted, "but this school is more than just profit. I have plans to pass down my teachings and knowledge to future generations. As the sole surviving member of my clan, it is my duty that the Shirai Ryu thrives even after my passing."

"Man, again with those inspirational quotes, you really do write your own material off the top of your head," Homelander went off-topic, "but I can see how much your clan means to you. That... bond... it's something."

"The Shirai Ryu have always been part of my life. Their teachings still guide me even to this day. And so will my students when I set my path forward."

"I am sure to look forward when that day comes." Homelander encouraged. Both heroes finally arrive before the door to Scorpion's apartment.

"Well, I am glad I got to know you more," Homelander admitted, "at least what your plans are."

"I appreciate your company, Homelander," Scorpion spoke highly, "and despite what my plans entail, I will remain in the Seven and do all I can to support the team as much as my spirit wills it."

Homelander admired the man's convictions. It sounded cheesy, he'll admit, but it was... refreshing, somehow. Homelander smiled and patted his shoulder.

"Congratulations, Scorpion," he said, "you'll definitely make the Seven proud. I'm sure of it."

"Thank you," Scorpion said, "and even after I leave, I will ensure that the Shirai Ryu will stand alongside the Seven as equals. Any that threaten this world will soon learn that the Seven are not the only heroes they should fear."

Homelander nodded before departing amicably. Scorpion disappeared and reemerged at his residence. Yet, if he had lingered, he might have perceived a shift in Homelander's demeanor. He concealed it skillfully, indeed. As expected of him. While summoning the elevator, the cogs in his mind started to whirl as he pondered the implications. The term "equal" was... foreign to him. Did the spectre consider the Seven to be... weak? Was he attempting to challenge and rival them? His own team?

The longer he ruminated, the more his mood soured. That snake was scheming to gain an advantage over him. The Homelander. It explains why Edgar was coerced into endorsing that absurd school notion. An easy way to 'expand' and establish his own team.

A fucking upstart.

Homelander ground his teeth at the thought. It made him angry. Enraged. He knew what to do. All he needed to do was corner the ninja in a secret spot. And-

"Homelander?" He broke from his thoughts as he heard someone calling his name. He looked up to see Madelyn standing outside of the elevator. Blinking rapidly, he looked around and realized he was still in the elevator.

"Hey, Maddie, sorry," he quickly apologized, "thought you went home already."

"I'm about to, actually," Madelyn answered, "I actually left my phone back in the office. Everything okay...?"

"Y-Yeah," Homelander lied, "just walked with Scorpion not long ago. Thought I... squeezed some information further. Never what's in the agenda."

"Good." She commended him, "But I think we'll save it for another time. Bit tired and gonna retire now... wanna accompany me to my office?"

"Sure," he answered without hesitation, "I don't mind it."

Madelyn gave that seductive little smile he liked as she entered. And just before the elevator closed, she reached for Homelander's hand and held it firmly.

Aaaaaaaand that's a wrap!

Yep, you thought this would be a story of long-lasting friendship, did ya? WRONG! Homelander will still be the insecure and violent manchild that this series is known for. Anyway, let's give a quick rundown:

Scorpion is now in the Seven... for one year. And not only is he giving up his seat, but is also setting up his own academy built on Shirai Ryu principles. Boy, I sure hope all goes as planned and Deep doesn't somehow managed to fuck this one up!

Anyways, jokes aside, there'll be a lot to set up and I am still pondering on how to progress the story. Pacing is important here since the story takes place one year before S1 begins. Gonna plan this out further.

With all that said, time for a QnA!

TheRedRidingMaster: Fair enough, it's not the worst of the lot but I can't really say it's something I can continue without the plot holes involved.

As for your Boys question, I'm glad you asked because that is not something that could happen overnight. Realistically, at this point, Butcher is too deeply rooted in his hatred for Supes. To you, it may seem like he's trying to find an ally in Scorpion but, really, he's adding him to his killcount as a potential tally mark. Likewise, Scorpion would be really suspicious if they had met. Especially when he finds out about the dead Supes in Butcher's closet who, from Scorpion's current viewpoint, are the classic superhero variety and presume Butcher to be very dangerous and a possible threat to all.

That being said, they'll team-up later on for sure.

And yes, Scorpion being a superhero is ridiculous. Which is why this chapter clears up his intentions. As it is, you'll be seeing him do the basic hero stuff while also partnering up with the others on duo-based missions. But once Season 1 comes, then the lenses start to break apart.

I have tried to get into your story. Rather hard to heard with Wattpad's UI setup. But since you moved it to here at FF, I'll give it a chance when I can.

DBZFAN45: Yeah kind of a given due to his situation. At the moment, he's playing the long game here. And don't worry, Annie is gonna get treated well here.

As for Homelander... setting up the calm before the storm.

Jestalnaker94000: I have read it and I am floored as to how good the story is so far. I'm honestly dying to see an update. I do wonder how you'll handle Starlight since she's not Hughie in this story. Still, I love it! Awesome work!

WitnessofFate: Yeeeeeaaaahhh, not happening. Setting up the hurt and betrayal down the line.

rollynolly: As I said above, not really. It's set one year before the plot of Season 1. Will get around to Annie once I get the pacing of chapters right. Hope that answers your question.

helkil: Well, it'd probably like the Scorpion vs Raiden fight in the MK11 teaser. Except Scorpion would probably win here due to Homelander not being accustomed to supernatural characters.

And I'm glad you agree with the "friendship". Because that's the point of its existence in the first place.

TheRedRidingMaster: Yes. And perhaps the one you're thinking of, I'm guessing it's Sub-Zero. So yes. Beyond that, I'm gonna keep quiet for now.

MK1 has a great story. Definitely an improvement over the 11 but it does falter when the multiverse thing happens. Ugh, that trope's being like a dead horse at this point. And while I'm glad the DLCs are still coming, it's almost a year now and I'm kinda losing interest with NRealms being at turtle's pace with their content. It's not even funny. And the microtransactions. Ugh. Don't get me started.

Back to story, it was easy to predict Bi-Han turning evil. Sad to see him go that route since it's been a long while seeing him a hero. And that was back in 2011. Kuai Liang being Scorpion is a nice twist, though, I do miss Hanzo having that title.

And on the topic of Sindel, it was also great seeing formerly evil characters like Baraka, Syzoth aka Reptile, and Mileena getting the heroic treatment. They really deserve the facelift.

But good god, why did they make the entire roster so. God. Damn. SEXY?!

And oof. Don't know how I feel about those numbers.

And no worries, dude. Review as much as you want. And you can also PM me as well.

sumtingsumting: Oh, I'm glad to hear. Thanks!

cotia110: Haha NO.

187: Oh god. The Hunter. Why? It makes that Omni-Man story above look like Shakespeare in comparison. Jeez, I never thought you bring that up to begin with. And why the hell would you read it in the first place? Personally, I stopped reading at around chapter 2 and I had to skip most of the chapters to find out where the Young Justice parts are and still couldn't find them. And that rant about Wonder Woman showing off skin? It's so bad that I had to remove a similar line in my YJ fic because of how cringe it was to bring it up. I don't know how you did it but I am not gonna go fucking back to it, that's for sure. I'd rather read all those bad Harry Potter and Naruto fanfics on this site than read this trainwreck. That's how bad my experience was with this story.

Anyway, moving on, S3 started good halfway in the story but it really during the last two episodes. They could've done a lot with Solder Boy's character rather than just a phony veteran the show given us. It probably wouldn't change much if they added PTSD but it would explain why he was such an asshole to his team before capture. Plus it would be in line with Stan's shutdown speech when we first see him with Homelander on-screen. I don't know why they made such a retcon in the first place.

And then there's Black Noir. Good grief. What a wasted character. They built him up throughout the season and even hinted his battle with Soldier Boy.

And then... nothing. What the hell, Kripke?

As for the "friendship", it's pretty much a setup to bad things.

Anyway, that's it on my end. As for those wondering about Scorpion finding out: all I can say it would be apocalyptic. Thanks for the reviews, you guys! I hope to write more soon. Leave a review as always! See ya!