𝙻𝚘𝚟𝚎 𝚘𝚛 𝚏𝚊𝚖𝚒𝚕𝚢 - 𝙳𝚎𝚌𝚔𝚊𝚛𝚍 𝚂𝚑𝚊𝚠

Look at me! I am a Black superman!

Deckard 's POV

I woke up in a chair, ropes biting into my wrists. My head throbbed as I blinked the haze away. Across from me, Hobbs and Owen were still out cold. Panic flared in my chest. Where is my wife? Is she safe? Are the babies safe?

Before I could dwell on it, an engine roared to life outside, jolting Hobbs and Owen awake.

Hobbs groaned, and Owen looked around, still dazed. I sighed, my tone laced with annoyance. "There he is. Nice and rested? Get your full eight hours? I was thinking of ordering some room service. What do you fancy? French toast? I'll get the order in."

Hobbs scoffed. "I just dreamt they killed you before I woke up. Pretty disappointed right now."

Owen glanced between us and muttered, "I wish Mum was here."

I smirked. "Why don't you go visit her, then, Scarface?"

Owen rolled his eyes. "You're always grumpy before your coffee, Decks."

"Shut up, Owen."

Owen chuckled. "You need to get laid, bro."

I smirked. "I have been getting laid, Owen."

Owen groaned. "Ew, Decks. I don't need to know this."

Before I could fire back, Brixton stepped into view. My former friend. The man I had to kill to keep the world safe.

"It's a little elaborate, I must admit," he said, tilting his head. "Old-school interrogation techniques we picked up in black ops. Shock can kill a man in three. Do you remember that, Deck?"

I locked eyes with him. "Yeah. I remember a lot of things from back then."

Brixton smirked. "I reckon you've got about four shocks in you, boys. And if not—" he leaned in slightly—"I'll go get your wife and sister... make them watch."

Owen and I snapped in unison. "Stay away from my wife and sister. Touch them, and we'll kill you."

Hobbs added, "Yeah, I think we could take five."

Brixton chuckled, clearly entertained. "Five? Well, all right."

With that, he pressed the button. Electricity crackled through our bodies, and we all let out pained groans. When he finally let go, the room filled with the sound of our ragged breathing.

I shot a glare at Hobbs. "You just had to open your big mouth, didn't ya?"

Hobbs, still catching his breath, muttered, "I thought it was a cool thing to say in the moment."

Meanwhile...

Unbeknownst to us, Hattie had escaped with Andreiko. Not only that—she had broken Isabella out as well. And she was coming for us. Isabella, exhausted and aching, moved near a car she knew Owen would pick. The babies were kicking all over, but she was ready.

Back inside, Brixton leaned in, his voice smooth and full of venom. "Do you remember when we were real brothers, Task Force Black? We saw the worst in people—the worst in our countries, our leaders, our enemies, our friends."

I met his gaze, my voice steady. "You don't know the meaning of that word anymore."

Hobbs, being Hobbs, opened his mouth. "But don't worry about it—neither does he, nor Owen. He shoots them right in the head, but in your case, I thought it was a hell of a good idea."

Brixton scoffed. "Big man, you still talking?"

Hobbs continued, unfazed. "I said I thought it was good. A hell of a good—"

Before he could finish, Brixton hit the button again. More pain. More groans. More ragged breathing.

"You know, it's funny how humanity's hate for each other is stronger than its self-preservation," Brixton mused. "Which is why we're here. Eight years ago, Deck, Eteon asked us to join their mission."

I smirked. "Oh, you mean their death cult? They're lunatics."

Brixton shook his head. "Visionaries. Of a future. A bigger, brighter future. You remember the data they gave us—environmental collapse, capitalism, terrorism. Humanity wipes itself out by 2096. Now that's scary to me. But if we fulfill Eteon's vision, we save the world."

Hobbs interjected. "You don't save the world with genocide."

Owen, for once, agreed. "For once, Hobbs, you're right. Your morals are off."

Brixton smirked. "Genocide, schmenocide. This virus? A necessary shock to the system."

More electricity. More pain. Owen and Hobbs groaned. My own groan slipped out despite myself.

"That's three. Man, I love this thing."

I gritted my teeth. "I told you then, I'm telling you now—your metrics are off. You assume the worst in people."

Brixton leaned in. "People can't be trusted to do the right thing. Look at the three of you. The world's fate is in your hands, and you can't even get along."

Then Hobbs, of all people, spoke up. "Wait, wait, wait. Wait!"

I turned to him, eyes narrowing. "Join? Are you fucking with me?"

Owen shook his head. "It is truly an offer—you have lost it, Hobbs."

Hobbs shrugged. "You said some really compelling things. And that Black Superman thing? That really got me. I love that."

I stared. "Are you deaf, stupid, or both? We ain't joining."

Owen muttered, "You are officially an idiot, Hobbs."

Hobbs huffed. "What about my feelings for once? If we were in a band, you know who you'd be? Mick Jagger."

Owen and I exchanged a look. "Mick Jagger?"

Hobbs nodded. "Yeah, Mick Jagger."

Before Brixton could react, a voice cut through the room. "Let them go."

Hattie. Standing tall, gun raised. But Brixton's men had their own guns pointed at her.

Brixton smirked. "You're not gonna shoot me. That gun needs an activation chip."

Click. Nothing.

Owen cursed. Then—

"Try this gun!" Andreiko yelled, tossing a new weapon. Hobbs and I shoved our chairs back. A blast fired. Brixton screamed as the shot hit home.

Andreiko smirked. "I'm not small change."

And just like that, the chains were gone. I flexed my wrists. Hobbs cracked his neck. Hattie cocked her gun.

Time for round two.

Author's Note:
Apologies for the delay in updates! I've been working hard on finishing this story and am currently going back to edit the previous chapters. I'm also excited to share some upcoming MCU stories once this one is wrapped up.

By the way, would you be interested in seeing Deckard and Isabella's children have their own story?

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