Homelander: Hold on for a second there, Stormfront. Let me see if I got it correctly, you want to release a literal Nazi from World War Two, to help us fill the missing spot in the Seven?
Stormfront: Yeah, what's wrong with that?
She asked with a shrug.
Homelander: Well, I don't know...maybe the fact that he probably hates Americans and will slaughter everyone in his way once he finds out they're not German?
Stormfront: Aw, scared that he'll bring this tower down and you with it?
Homelander: Scared? Pfft. I just killed the Flash, like an hour ago.
Stormfront: So what's the problem then?
Homelander: He'll go on a killing spree if you release him, that's the fucking problem.
Stormfront: The whole arena saw you throw around an innocent runner, cut off A-Train's leg and brutally murder the Flash and his friends. Don't you think it's time for a massacre that isn't caused by your hands for once?
Homelander: Huh...
He went over to the window, looking down on the city beneath the tower.
Homelander: You mean we should release him so he can cause some chaos, which will cause the people to talk about him rather than the little incident at the arena?
Stormfront: Yeah, sounds like a good move to me.
Homelander: And then, after his rampage, I'll fly down and kill him. Imagine the headlines, "Homelander kills crazy Nazi that went on a rampage". "America's greatest hero defeats a new threat". No, how about this: "Homelander-
Stormfront: Gets his ass kicked by Stormfront.
He snapped his head back at her.
Homelander: The fuck did you-
Stormfront: If you lay a finger on him, I'll rip your head off myself.
He stared at her, staying completely silent, not even blinking once.
Homelander: Wow...you really care for him, huh?
Stormfront: He's our only hope to...
Homelander: To? Go on.
Stormfront: Keep the country safe.
Homelander: I'm pretty sure that's my job.
Stormfront: Maybe, but you're not really doing your job too well.
He tilted his head to the side, while furrowing his brows in anger.
Homelander: I'm sorry Stormfront, is there anything you wanna tell me?
Stormfront: Hm? Pretty sure I just did.
Homelander: You think I'm not doing my job well enough?
Stormfront: I mean you do let a lot of people die, and let's not forget about Flight 37-
Homelander: You keep your mouth shut about Flight 37, you got me?
He asked, putting his finger up threateningly.
Stormfront: Or what? What can you really do to me?
His eyes lit up in a red color, ready to release a laser beam against the Supe in front of him.
Her only response to that action was a confident smirk.
Stormfront: Go ahead, do it. Let's see what Mr. Edgar will do once he sees your corpse up here. He'll probably get really mad and send the other members of the Seven after me, which means they'll die too.
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Master Race | Stormfront x Male Reader
Fanfiction"They want to kill us, just because of the color of our skin. It's called White Genocide, but we are finally able to fight back now. There is nothing that can stop us, not anymore."
