The Boys S3 Rewrite

Prologue

Y/n's pov

"For the last time, Amphitrite your powers will be pointless on this mission. You aren't joining Payback." Stan Edgar states, clearly irritated by my constant pestering.

"Why not? I'd be a good addition." I huff crossing my arms.

"You only want to join Payback because you miss Soldier Boy."

He was right unfortunately. I've been with Ben since I completed my compound V testing. He'd trained me in combat testing my strength and teaching me how to use my size to always gain the advantage in hand to hand combat. Ben was definitely a product of his time; he believed that women should be housewives until I bested him in at least five training sessions that is, eventually deeming me as an equal which shocked everyone to say the least.

"You've kept him on every mission and every tour out of the US solidly for the past eighteen months. You've intercepted every attempt for me to contact him; he doesn't even know he's got a son because of you! My nine month old is essentially fatherless and I've had no help and no one with me this whole time." I snap fully aware that my eyes are now glowing a stormy shade of blue as rage boils my blood.

"Stand down Amphitrite!" Edgar snaps standing up from his desk. "We both know if he knows about his kid he won't focus on his missions."

"Simple solution then, stop sending him on them for a couple of months." I try to reason.

"Grow up! As far as the public is aware Soldier Boy and Crimson Countess are a loving power couple fighting against all odds as they lead Payback to victory. I'm aware it's bullshit but it sells fantastically and you, you're Amphitrite strong empowered fighting solo to appease the women that want to be treated equally." Edgar explains in disbelief at my apparent ignorance. "You would ruin your image if it became public knowledge that you are with Soldier Boy and had a kid, you'd be slandered as a home wrecker and he'd be labelled adulterer tarnishing his 'golden boy' image."

Naively I believed him, he's the boss, he dictates publicity results, if he so wanted he could bury my existence so deep no one would ever remember I was real.

"Fine, can you at least tell me if he's okay?" I finally plead rubbing the blue and silver patterned sleeve of my suit.

"Soldier Boy is fine. He's shooting a movie to promote non supe soldiers during the war and celebrating the war effort."

"Thank you." I whisper lowering my head as I leave his office not looking up from the ground until I arrive at my home.

Entering my house I head straight to the nursery I decorated for my sweet little John who is still soundly asleep in his white frilly bassinet. I glance up to the poster next to him of his father, it seems pathetic but I guess I just want John to know who his dad is no matter what anyone may say. John's sapphire eyes tiredly blink open as a partially toothed grin smiles up at me.

"Hi baby, mummy's home." I coo lifting him up carefully holding him close. "I'm sorry mummy's boss still won't let daddy come home." A cry leaves him as his eyes flash a glowing ruby for a moment until I'm able to soothe him, "It's okay Johnny, daddy's safe."

I levitate off the ground slowly flying us around the house until his tears stop, still distressed I wrap his soft blue blanket around him as he calms down yawning before drifting back to sleep. I spend the next hour floating around my home cradling my son fighting back tears knowing how much Ben would want to be here for this, for us. Steadily I place John down in his bassinet keeping him wrapped in his blanket and handing positioning a plush of me and Soldier Boy either side of him before, stripping out of my suit and dressing in my night gown preparing for bed.

Time skip 2 ½ hours later

I wake to John's cries realizing he's probably due his feed. Slowly trudging to the nursery I hear a crash making my heart rate skyrocket before dashing into the room seeing six heavily armed men and two supes in my home. I notice John wailing in Shadowcrawler's arms with Ember beside him. In a flash of black smoke Shadowcrawler and my son are teleported away.

Rage fuels me as Ember gets in a fight stance and the armed men begin shooting at me, their bullets harshly piercing my skin but I can't find it in me to give a shit. I fly at the closest guard punching my fist straight through his chest, before turning to the next snapping his neck with one hand, I rip the next guards dick and balls clean off his body an anguished cry leaves him before kicking his chest sending him through the window in the nursery letting him fall to his death. I quickly duck as a fist sets on a collision course for my face making the guy lose his balance before grabbing his right leg and flipping him crushing his head against the carpeted floor, a kick lands on my stomach before I twist the booted foot 180 degrees effectively breaking it before throwing him into the next guy as they both tumble out of the window. Gnashing my teeth I scowl at Ember fear painted on her face despite me being in my own blood soaked nightie.

"It's not personal Amphitrite." She says as flames sprout above her palms.

"Bullshit!" I growl, "You abduct my son, make an attempt on my life and you tell me it's not fucking personal. You lying bitch!" My e/c eyes shift to stormy blue as the pipes begin to burst in my home as I make the water swirl behind me.

Ember's flames fly towards me, my water instantly extinguishing them.

"You know, despite us being 'friends' I always wondered how much I'd love it when I drown you, permanently extinguishing you." I smirk flicking my wrist and twirling my fingers as the water encases her in a whirlpool prison.

Manic laughter escapes me as I watch Ember fight, well, struggle to breathe and flail in efforts to try to escape her long once luxurious red hair betraying her as it wraps around her neck increasing her rate of suffocation. I eagerly watch as her flesh begins wrinkling, its texture becoming soap like, it blisters before being ripped from her bones. She was already dead before her skin blistered but she deserved it.

I take a moment to let the tears pour whilst my body begins healing, it doesn't take long before I'm back at punching a few holes clean through my walls. My baby's gone, my husband doesn't even know I was pregnant and won't be allowed home any time soon and I've just wrecked our home. Before I know it a mask is over my mouth and nose as smoke or gas floods my lungs before I black out.

Present day

I bolt upright sweat soaking my hair, nightie and bed sheets as salty tears stream down my face. Every night, every night the same goddamn nightmare of a memory. I clamber out of my bed and approach my apartment's kitchen; okay technically it's a penthouse but that's only because I saved from my supe days. No one nowadays even knows Amphitrite existed, works well for me though I can move around without being noticed. I get changed into my work clothes grabbing a breakfast bar before driving to Vought tower to start my day.

I scan my key card to get through security and head up to find Maeve. Being her PA wasn't bad she was nice enough, I can understand where she comes from with her desire to see Homelander dead or replaced. My work for Maeve changed drastically when she decided to assist 'The Boys' in taking down Homelander and Vought she'd get me to get files on different supes for them to justly take down under Victoria Neuman's organisation.

Today was different though, today was the day I'd been waiting for, for longer than I realised. Today was the day Maeve finally asked for me to find her what realistically could kill Homelander. Minutes later and I literally mean about five minutes tops, I gave her the file on my husband, I gave her Soldier Boy's alleged cause of death. I'd stolen it about week after I was employed as Maeve's PA. It's why I came back to Vought decades later I needed to know what happened to my Ben, of course when I read the file I realised it was bullshit but, I didn't have the connections that Butcher's crew has. I've been waiting patiently for this day and it's finally here. I gave her the folder and suggested she take them some temp V to even the playing field before covering her interview absences and two advertising companies.