𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘣𝘰𝘺, 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙗𝙤𝙮𝙨

𝙩𝙬𝙤

HIS EYES OPENED, FEELING AN UNBEARABLE PAIN IN HIS BODY. He squinted, seeing nothing but a white ceiling as a beeping ached his ears. He felt as if he couldn't move.

Why couldn't he move?

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"That's BlindSpot, right?" Homelander asked, watching the Supe throw a spear perfectly into a dummy. "A differently abled member of The Seven. We're gonna poll through the roof with millennials." Homelander glanced to Ashley. "Inclusion's a big priority to them right now. And then I think we find an ethnic or female or, fingers crossed, an ethnic female to replace the Deep, and we're golden."

Ashley watched Homelander smile lightly, the man nodding. "Homelander, wow, you're..." The two watched BlindSpot walk closer. "It's-It's an honour, sir." He spoke with a smile, Homelander doing the same. "Hold on. You can tell it's me?" He asked, amazed as BlindSpot nodded. Homelander laughed, Ashley laughing too. "Wow. That's impressive."

He put his hands on his hips, watching BlindSpot speak. "You don't need super eyes when you have super ears." He spoke, Homelander humming. "Can I just say, that is amazing. And you, my friend, are a true hero." Homelander began, Ashley smiling brightly. "Not because of what you do for a job, because of what you've overcome." Homelander spoke, BlindSpot inhaling sharply as he gulped. "Thank you. That means everything coming from you."

Ashley cooed, looking to Homelander as he waved the Supe off. "Aw, stop it. Come on. I just have one question, though, if that's okay?" He asked, Ashley nodding. "Yeah." She confirmed, her and Homelander sharing a nod. "All right, so... what happens if, uh, I don't know," Homelander stepped forward, Ashley tilting her head with a smile. "I do this?" Ashley's smile fell, Homelander quickly slapping each of BlindSpot's ears harshly. The man fell down, the ringing unbearable as Homelander watched his ears bleed onto the floor. "And now you're just another useless fucking' blind guy."

BlindSpot screamed in pain, Ashley holding a hand over her mouth as Homelander shrugged. "This must be some kind of joke. Ashley..." The man sung, walking forward as Ashley couldn't take her eyes off of the blood. "What made you think I would ever allow a cripple into The Seven?" He turned to her, seeing her eyes not on him. "For fuck's sake, Ashley, don't look at him, look at me!" He ordered, Ashley gasping at the blood that still poured from BlindSpot- "Ashley! Look at me." Homelander seethed, Ashely flinching to look at him. "Sorry, sorry-"

"Let's get one thing straight. The only reason you're here and not doing corporate PR for fucking Diva Cups is that I brought you here." Homelander pointed to the woman, Ashley nodding quickly. "You are dispensable which means you answer to me." He demanded, Ashley humming. "Okay. Okay." He sighed, shrugging. "From now on, I will set my own agenda, I'll approve my own marketing, and," He stepped over BlindSpot's body. "write my own talking points. You will tell me everything that goes on on the 99th floor, and I mean everything."

Ashley gulped, the man close to her face as she nodded. "Every call, e-mail, group chat. If a fucking light bulb goes out, you will tell me. And, Ashley," He nodded to her. "in no fucking way do you decided who goes in The Seven. I decide." She nodded shakily, Homelander's eyes staring into her soul. "Do we have an understanding?" She inhaled shakily, nodding.

"Yes."

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