𝐒𝐔𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐍𝐎𝐕𝐀

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐎𝐍𝐄 | 𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐈𝐄

"Breaking News: Vought officially announces Supernova as Homelander's new sidekick! With unparalleled power and unwavering loyalty, this dynamic duo is ready to bring law and order to America like never before. Stay tuned—things are about to get even brighter!"
— OFFICIAL NEWS STATEMENT FROM VOUGHT NEWS NETWORK (VNN)

New York City was a labyrinth of glass and steel, pulsating with the rhythms of a world that never slept. I'd never seen anything like it before. Chamberlain was small, predictable. But here, in the heart of the metropolis, the air was electric, charged with the energy of lives and ambitions colliding. And I was about to make a grand entrance into it all.

Six years had passed since that fateful prom night, and the world I knew had transformed beyond recognition.

Graduating from Godolkin University, a prestigious institution founded by Vought to nurture and train young Supes, I had spent those years learning to harness my powers, control my emotions, and navigate the complex world of superheroes. The memories of my past, though, still lingered, haunting my dreams and shadowing my steps.

But I was no longer Carrie White, the girl who couldn't fit in. I was Supernova now, and my name — the name Vought had given me — was my ticket into a new world.

The sleek black SUV hummed beneath me as it wove through the crowded streets of Manhattan, Vought Tower growing larger with every passing block. Its golden emblem gleamed in the late afternoon sun, a beacon of power and control.

I stared out the window, my fingers tightening around the hem of my sleeve. This was it—the official start of my new life. The city didn't know me yet, but soon they would.

Inside, my handler and Madelyn Stillwell's personal assistant, Ashley Barrett, sat across from me, scrolling through her tablet. Her auburn hair was pulled into a severe bun, her suit crisp and immaculate. She was Vought through and through—sharp, efficient, and utterly unreadable.

"You ready for this?" she asked without looking up.

I swallowed hard. Ready? The truth was, I wasn't sure. But I had no choice.

"Yes," I said, my voice steady.

Ashley finally glanced at me, assessing. "Good. You'll meet Homelander first. He's expecting you in his office. Keep it respectful, keep it confident. He values strength, but don't overstep." She paused, letting the weight of her words settle. "And remember—he's the most powerful Supe alive. Don't give him a reason to doubt you."

I nodded, even as unease twisted in my gut. Everyone knew what Homelander was capable of. His smile might be plastered on billboards, but behind it was something darker. Something volatile.

The SUV pulled to a smooth stop in front of Vought Tower. Cameras flashed outside the glass as a crowd gathered, eager to catch a glimpse of the company's newest rising star. A VNN reporter was already mid-broadcast, her voice cutting through the hum of the city:

"Supernova's official debut marks a new era for The Seven! With powers rivaling even the greats, will she prove to be Homelander's perfect second-in-command? Only time will tell!"

The driver opened my door. Show time.

I stepped out, back straight, chin high, just like I'd practiced. The crowd roared. Reporters shouted my name. I barely had time to adjust before Ashley was guiding me forward, into the towering building that would soon become my world.

The lobby was pristine—marble floors, golden accents, a monument to corporate power. A massive holographic screen played a loop of Homelander's greatest moments. Saving civilians, posing triumphantly, delivering speeches about American strength. Now, soon enough, I would be part of those reels.