𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘣𝘰𝘺, 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙗𝙤𝙮𝙨

𝙛𝙞𝙫𝙚

"SORRY ABOUT ALL THE, UH..." SAMUEL LOOKED TO HUGHIE, THE SMELL OF IRON FILLING HIS NOSTRILS AS THE MAN MOTIONED TO TRANSLUCENT'S BLOOD COVERING EACH WALL. "Oh, don't be stupid. You did us a favour." Billy hummed, shovelling pieces of the late superhero into a bin as Hughie shook. Samuel patted the man's shoulder, the two sharing a nod. "What are we gonna do with him?" Hughie asked the boy, him shrugging as Frenchie burnt Hughie's clothes. "We'll take care of it." He spoke, Billy nodding in agreement as Hughie gulped.

"The tracking chip." He mentioned, Frenchie looking over. "Already disabled. Sit down and relax, Petit Hughie." Samuel scooped remains off of the table, Hughie holding sick from his mouth as he tried to ignore the wet noises as people worked around him. "Oi, where you think you're going?" Billy asked, Hughie stopping mid-journey to face the three. Samuel tilted his head, blood covering his gloves.

"I'm going home. I need clothes." Hughie spoke, Samuel observing his chef's uniform. "We'll get you clothes." Billy shrugged, Hughie still. "I want my clothes." He spoke simply, Frenchie glancing to Billy as Hughie spoke. "I'll be right back." Frenchie winced, looking to Hughie. "You are, perhaps... in a state of shock, mon ami." He spoke, Samuel nodding. "You did just blow up the ass of America's sweetheart." He added, Hughie looking between them both.

"You can't just piss off after that." Billy leant on his shovel, Hughie blinking. "I need to go home." Billy looked to Frenchie, nodding. "All right. Sammy will go with you." Billy demanded, Hughie watching Samuel take his gloves off. "Wait, what? No." Hughie scoffed, Billy sighing. "Either he goes or I break your legs." Samuel removed his apron, shrugging at Hughie before the man rolled his eyes, walking away. "Good lad." Billy called, Samuel putting his jacket on before rushing after the man. "Translucent's skin, it won't burn off." Frenchie began, the two hearing Samuel and Hughie leave the building.

"Where are you gonna stash it Homelander can't find it?" Frenchie asked, Billy looking to the man.

"Nowhere. But we can slow the cunt down a bit."

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"JUST WAIT HERE, OKAY?" HUGHIE TOLD THE BOY, SAMUEL SURRENDERING AS THE DOOR WAS SHUT ON HIM. Leaning against the wall, Samuel picked at his fingers, rubbing his nose. Hughie walked into his bedroom, silently dressing himself. He stopped himself once he saw an A-Train figure, his jaw tensing as he picked up the plastic. Looking around his room, the man had multiple posters and merch of the Seven. His eyes widened at himself once he threw the figurine in anger, the man beginning to smash everything else in his room.

Tearing down his posters, Samuel slid down the wall to sit on the floor, pulling his last blunt from his pocket and lighting it mindlessly. Hughie froze, gently picking up a broken picture frame that held him and Robin. Feeling his eyes sting, the man sighed shakily, Samuel scratching his hair as he blew smoke upwards. "Hughie?" The man saw his father in the doorway, gulping. "Oh, hey, Dad." He spoke quickly, the man motioning to his destroyed room. "Look at the... You've-" "Yeah, yeah, I'm sorry about this. I've just been meaning to clean up the Supe stuff for a while now, so..."

His father stared at him incredulously, Hughie grabbing his clothes. "What, you going somewhere?" The man asked, Hughie nodding as he packed a bag. "Yeah. For a while." He answered as if it were normal, his father tilting his head. "Where?" He asked, Hughie sighing. "Uh, I don't know." He spoke lightly, his father observing him. "Well, now, you're scaring me, Hugh. All right, now, I spoke to Dr Feldman-" "My paediatrician?" Hughie interrupted, his father sighing. "He's still your doctor. And he's given me the name of someone you can talk to. Help you, you know, get back to normal."