The Peacemaker

Chapter 10

Your PoV: 

(A.N. Whose excited? I'm Excited!)

This fucking milk sucking cock sucker!

What the fuck is wrong with him? 

He KNOWS why I'm so against it especially after the fucking Ezekiel saga. Fucking hypocrite! Always speaking that homophobic bullshit about how it's a sin against whoever he chooses to believe in at that point in time. While having sucked many a cock and taken many, sometimes multiple at a time, up his arse.

Seriously though I'm pissed off! I've tried to stop this fake a save for clicks bullshit because it always blows up in their fucking faces!

It's my JOB! To keep the fucking peace between Supes and Humans to prevent the delicate balance that exists. It is my fucking JOB to make sure that Supes don't fall into the depravity of their... our nature and that humans don't become so fearful or alarmed that they go a nuking.  

When they get so comfortable as everything is just for the cameras and everyone is an actor, mistakes are made and people die or get permanently injured. 

I try to make sure people aren't hurt, that people don't die but Mr I'm-Fucking-America-And-I-Shit-U-S-A gets to stroll in and make stupid fucking decisions therefore people die.

I slam the door of the Seven's meeting room, storming towards the monitors lining the walls. Finding the intercom button which goes to all of the Seven's penthouses as well as their general areas.

"All of the Seven get to the FUCKING meeting room now. Yes, Homelander that includes get your arse down here before I FUCKING drag you by your FUCKING ear!" I start to hear the thundering of feet as multiple individuals in varying states of undress and disorder rush into the room.

Maeve missing her vambraces and tiara, smelling slightly of alcohol.

A-Train with both zippers down (A.N. where are both zippers located) as well as both his belts and shoes missing.

The Deep still dripping with water dragging it over the floor.

Starlight looking ruffled but all parts accounted for.

Black Noir missing his notebook and pen as well as looking as if he just pulled on parts of his outfit and was not expecting this.

And Homelander looking rather dishevelled as if his royal highness had been woken up even though everyone knows a God  like him doesn't need to sleep.

I turn away from the monitors.

"All of you sit your arses down. NOW!" Homelander looks as if he's about to argue "That includes you Homelander, sit your arse down now!"

Shuffling commences as six supes try not to draw my ire to them like a toddler who just got their finger caught in the cookie jar.

"Firstly, I know you are all wondering why I have called you here at..." I look down at my watch "Approximately 2:30 in the morning well most of you aren't in trouble..."

Many caught breaths are let out. I pick up a spare pad and pen from the monitoring station before I walk across the room. Placing it down in front of Black Noir I smile slightly, silently telling him that I'm not made at him.

"Do you know what my job here at Vought is?"

Several hands rise some more quickly than others.

"Yes... Deep"

"To be eye candy which you do wonderfully sugar tits."

"No, that is not my FUCKING job. Can anyone give me a serious answer because my patience with your bullshit is paper thin right now."