Deadly Silence ||Black Noir x Reader||

chapter 16

The Seven gathered around the long, polished table in Vought Tower's meeting room. Homelander stood at the head, his posture rigid, eyes burning with barely concealed fury. The rest of the team sat in silence, knowing better than to speak out of turn when he was like this. Even A-Train, who usually had something to say, kept his mouth shut.

Y/N sat toward the end of the table, trying to keep her expression neutral. She wasn't part of The Seven, not really, but her role at Vought had given her a seat at the table. She'd learned to blend in, to keep her head down, but today felt different.

"Starlight has betrayed us. Again," Homelander announced, his voice cold and sharp. "She's fled the Tower. If any of you see her here again, you know what to do. Take her down. No hesitation."

Y/N's stomach twisted. She had helped Starlight escape once. They are on the same side, both wanting to take down Homelander and expose Vought for what it really was. But now, sitting here, she felt the weight of her decision pressing down on her.

As the meeting continued, with Homelander barking out orders and the rest of The Seven nodding along, Y/N's mind raced. She needed to find Starlight, to warn her and figure out their next move. But how? Homelander had eyes everywhere, and she couldn't risk drawing suspicion.

"Y/N," Homelander's voice snapped her back to the present, and she realized everyone was looking at her. "You're in charge of the media spin on this. Make sure the story is airtight. Starlight is a traitor. We need the public to believe it."

Y/N nodded, forcing herself to meet his gaze. "Of course, Homelander. I'll take care of it."

He stared at her for a moment longer, as if trying to read her mind, then moved on. Y/N exhaled quietly, her heart pounding in her chest. She had to be careful. One wrong move, and everything would come crashing down.

As the meeting dragged on, Y/N's thoughts kept circling back to Starlight. They needed to act quickly, but contacting her was risky. Homelander would be watching her every move now.

Black Noir stalked the hallways of Vought Tower, his senses on high alert. As he turned a corner, he saw her—Starlight, moving quickly toward the meeting room. She shouldn't be here. Homelander's orders were clear. He couldn't let her go.

In a flash, Noir was on her. The fight was intense, their bodies slamming against walls, fists flying. Starlight's energy blasts lit up the corridor, but Noir was relentless. He overpowered her, pinning her to the ground, his gloved hands wrapping around her throat, ready to squeeze the life out of her.

Just as Starlight's vision began to blur, Maeve appeared out of nowhere, her presence a sudden, unexpected force. She took the opportunity, lifting Noir's mask just enough to expose his mouth. In one swift motion, she shoved a nut bar between his lips.

Desperately, he reached for his EpiPen, but Maeve kicked it out of his reach, sending it skittering across the floor.

"Was that a fucking nut bar?" Starlight rasped, still catching her breath.

"Black Noir has a tree nut allergy," Maeve replied coldly. "Now get the fuck out of here."

Starlight didn't need to be told twice. She bolted, Maeve right behind her.

Moments later, Y/N came upon the aftermath. Her eyes widened at the chaos—the cracked walls, shattered furniture, and Noir lying on the floor, gasping for air.

Without thinking, Y/N rushed to his side. She didn't know what had happened, but she could see the severity of his condition. Noir pointed weakly toward the EpiPen that lay several feet away, and Y/N's heart skipped a beat as she realized what he needed.

She darted across the room, snatching up the EpiPen with shaking hands. Returning to Noir, she quickly administered the injection, pressing it into his thigh. The seconds stretched into an eternity as she waited for the medication to take effect.

Slowly, his breathing steadied. Y/N watched, her heart racing. He was going to be okay.

Kneeling beside him, Y/N felt a wave of relief wash over her. She gently placed her hand on his bicep, offering a small, reassuring smile. "You're okay now," she whispered, though she wasn't sure if she was trying to comfort him or herself.

Noir didn't respond, but his eyes met hers. There was something in his gaze—a silent understanding, maybe even trust. Y/N had saved him.

When Noir finally sat up, Y/N stood and extended her hand. He hesitated, then took it, his grip was firm but careful. She helped him to his feet.

"Let's get out of here before someone else shows up," she said, glancing around the destroyed room.

A/N~ HI GUYSSS THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR THE LOVE AND SUPPORT. I appreciate it. It is motivating me to keep writing. Goshhh I love building up the tension between characters just makes it more fun right? Slow burn for a reason!!!
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