The Peacemaker

Chapter 1

Disclaimer: I do not own the Boys or Gen V. I'm just playing in the creators sand box.

Starlight's POV (Point of View):

"Starlight. Don't want to be late to your first official meeting. I had a whole welcome speech planned." He stands there looking out over New York as if he was a God. 

The Homelander.

He is a gift from God that's what everyone says, a God that walks the Earth. Although... I don't know what to believe any more. If he's anything like the Deep...

No! No one can be as bad as that fish faced Rapist.

He's looking at me expectantly, eyebrow raised. What does he want? What am I supposed to say? Come on Brain think! 

Oh... I was late. Shit!

"Sorry, sir."

His lips tweak up in a smile or at least I think that's a smile. It's hard to tell with him. After, how do you know what is part of God's plan.

"Homelander's fine" he tells me as he sits down in his chair at the head of the table."

"Beginning to wonder if you'd even show up. I mean, all that pressure, it's a lot for anyone to... swallow." That smarmy, vile fish fucker. No one like your dumb ass.

I sit down across from him leaning forward on the table. "Yeah. Don't worry." actual dip shit do worry because I'm going to make your life a living hell "I'm here, and I'm not going anywhere" 

I will out last you, out live you. 

Because I'm a survivor and you're just a fool.

A fool that smells of rotting fish

"Can we get back to this, please? This is a serious crime." Translucent? Why isn't he wearing any clothes? Everyone knows he's there. Seriously its weird. "These assholes pirated my movie three weeks before release, and you can't walk down Fifth Avenue without bumping into a table of unlicensed Homelander shirts. Copyright infringement is costing Vought One point two billion dollars per year. That's money out of our pockets." 

Is that all you care about I thought we were here to help  people to save lives? Not profit? It appears I'm not in Kansas any more. 

"We've all got, what, four points each?" He continues.

Titters erupt from around the room as well as some gasps.

"What the fuck? You got four points?" A-Train, the first black man in the Seven. Didn't he run through some one last week?

"And clearly better lawyers." Queen Maeve. She seems to be unconcerned by this as if this was the norm here as if money is all that's important here.

"Hey, hey, hey, guys, come on. Stop. What's Starlight gonna think? Listening to us haggling over nickels. We're the Seven, for God's sake, whether we're out there or..." He stops as if he hears something. What is it?

Then I hear it...

Thundering footsteps and that assistant Amber? Addison? Marie Anne? Trying to placate someone.

Then I hear the person. "I don't fucking care that they are having a meeting in there! I'm going to beat the piece of shit who did this into a pulp! AGAIN!" It's a beautiful voice. 

Powerful. 

In control. 

I would love to have a voice like that... to know the individual with a voice like that.

To love the individual with a voice like that.

Your being silly Starlight you don't even know them.