"Isn’t that Ryan, Homelander’s son? Looks like he’s training. Why don’t we check it out together?"

Stormfront, who had super hearing just like Homelander, happened to walk past the training room door and caught their conversation.

She stepped inside holding a selfie stick.

"Hey Homelander, Greevs. Say hi to everyone watching the live stream." Stormfront smiled and turned her phone screen toward them.

"I was planning to give everyone a tour of Vought Tower, but we got a nice surprise instead."

Stormfront’s live stream was popping off.

Ivan glanced at it and saw over a million people watching. That kind of number was insane even for professional streamers. It was clear Stormfront knew exactly how to work social media.

Her Twitter following had already surpassed Starlight, The Deep, and Queen Maeve.

She was only behind Homelander.

@ElonMusk: Homelander, I fucking love you!

@Trump: Good morning, Homelander.

@JoeRogan: America’s superhero.

The comments were flooded with Homelander love, mixed with the usual weird shit like:

@IShowMeet: I want to be Stormfront’s dog, bark! bark! bark!

@Clavicular: I want to French kiss Homelander

And @AryanSupremacy: Black, French, Polish, and Asian people get the fuck out of the stream!

Well, those got buried fast by new messages.

Almost no one mentioned Ivan, and the few comments that did weren’t exactly friendly.

Of course. Stormfront was a hardcore racist, so naturally her fans included plenty of the same type.

"Great to see everyone," Homelander said, flashing his trademark sunny smile at the camera. But when he saw the viewer count, a dark look flashed in his eyes before he hid it.

"Stormfront, I’m pretty sure Vought Tower doesn’t allow live streams," Ivan said calmly.

Stormfront just shrugged. "Who cares? I’m Stormfront. I can do whatever I want. Besides, Edgar already gave the okay."

She pulled the selfie stick back and smiled at her audience. "Now let’s check out Ryan’s training session. I’m sure you’re all curious. Yeah, so am I."

She walked behind Ryan, wrapped an arm around his shoulder, and angled the phone at him.

Ryan looked completely lost and shot Ivan a desperate help-me glance.

That sight actually made Homelander laugh in anger. He was standing right there!

Ryan was asking Greevs for help? What the fuck did that mean? Did his own son look down on him?

Feeling completely humiliated, Homelander’s eyes glowed red and he blasted Stormfront’s phone to pieces.

Then he stepped right up to her, staring her down with those cold blue eyes as she looked ready to explode. "Listen up. In this world, there’s only one person who gets to do whatever the fuck he wants. And that person is me. Homelander!"

Stormfront stayed quiet for a few seconds, then suddenly smiled. "Old man, you’re going to get left behind eventually. Guess who’s going to be the new face of The Seven?"

Watching Homelander’s face turn from white to green, veins bulging at his temples, Stormfront smirked and walked out of the training room without looking back.

After she left,

Homelander put his right hand on Ivan’s shoulder. His expression was terrifying, like a volcano about to erupt. He leaned in close, staring Ivan down with blood-red eyes, and spoke in a hoarse voice. "Tell Edgar I feel like killing someone!"

Ryan, seeing Homelander this furious for the first time, was too scared to say a word.

"He won’t agree," Ivan said, meeting Homelander’s gaze without flinching.

"Then I’ll kill him too! And make you the new CEO of Vought!"

Homelander’s brain was completely flooded with rage. If he had even a little less control, he would have attacked right there.

"Mr. Homelander, are you joking?" Ivan narrowed his eyes, his tone calm.

"What do you think? Don’t act like I can’t see what you’re up to. How does it feel having Edgar shoot down your plan? Not great, right? So I’ll help you get rid of him..." Homelander’s voice dropped low, murder flashing in his eyes.

"And the price?"

"From now on, I call the shots at Vought!"

Homelander’s meaning was crystal clear. If Ivan agreed, he would help him become CEO. The cost was becoming Homelander’s puppet.

"Sorry, I’m not interested. If there’s nothing else, I’ll be going."

With that, Ivan took a step back, breaking free from Homelander’s grip.

"Really?" Homelander closed his eyes. When he opened them again, the red glow was gone.

"I don’t care how you do it. Get in touch with Butcher. If he can kill Stormfront, I’ll give him Becca’s location. I’ll even throw in a few supes to help. Bottom line, I want Stormfront gone."

Finally, Homelander brushed past Ivan and left the training room.

He knew that if Stormfront kept gaining power like this, his own position would start to crumble.

On the way to the elevator, he ran into Starlight. Before she could react, he grabbed her by the throat and slammed her against the wall. "I hate traitors. Especially the ones who don’t know how to listen. You disappointed me!"

Starlight immediately understood. Homelander was taking out his anger over Hughie on her.

"I just wanted to hand him over to the police."

"I know. You’re all in it together. If you idiots hadn’t gotten in the way, I would have been the one to kill that terrorist." Homelander pressed his lips together, the muscles in his jaw standing out. As he squeezed harder, Starlight felt her breathing get tighter and tighter.

So this was about Stormfront.

Luckily Starlight reacted fast. "That day, Stormfront wasn’t even trying to find the criminals. She was focused on killing innocent people the whole time. She deliberately... deliberately stole your credit. I’m on your side. I always have been."

Homelander stared hard at Starlight, listening to her heartbeat. When he heard nothing off, he finally let go.

"My side? You better not be lying. Otherwise the consequences..."

Homelander pressed his right hand against the nearby wall. When the elevator doors opened, he stepped inside and left. 𝒻𝘳ℯℯ𝑤ℯ𝒷𝘯ℴ𝓋ℯ𝘭.𝑐ℴ𝑚

Starlight, breathing hard, caught a glimpse of the handprint left in the wall. Her legs gave out and she slid down until she was sitting on the floor.

...

Meanwhile,

Mother’s Milk and Hughie boarded a train heading to North Carolina.

On the train, the two of them kept a sharp eye on everyone around them. They only managed to get on thanks to Frenchie’s criminal contacts hooking them up with brand new IDs.

Even so, they had still gone heavy on the disguises.

"America is for white people. Keep those mongrels out. This country doesn’t belong to them."

A passenger sitting next to them was watching a live stream on his phone.

"Isn’t that Stormfront, Vought’s new superhero? She’s a racist?" Hughie couldn’t help his curiosity and leaned over for a look.

"Not sure, but she talks some real shit. You guys... Arab?" The passenger glanced at Hughie’s headscarf and mask, then instinctively scooted his ass a little farther away.

After all, people dressed like that were usually either Arab or terrorists. He was really hoping for the first one.

"I’m from New York. This is just a hat." Hughie’s outfit was pretty different from actual Arab clothing. He had wrapped a black cloth around his head first, then put on a black hat, so it wasn’t super obvious.

The passenger was also from New York, so the three of them quickly started chatting.

"I get it. It’s performance art. Young people love that shit these days. I saw a bunch of kids doing stuff like that last time I was on the West Coast." The guy looked about forty or fifty, pale skin but pretty built.

Hughie didn’t want to keep talking about it.

"Is Stormfront really that popular?" he asked.

"Of course. She always says shit with real power behind it, and she’s right. Those outsiders are stealing our living space. If we don’t kick them out, those niggers are gonna take our jobs one day." As the white passenger spoke, he shot Mother’s Milk a look full of disgust.

Mother’s Milk didn’t react. Honestly, he was used to it.

But the young Black guy sitting in front of them couldn’t take it anymore. He stood up angrily and stared the white man down. "Say that again, you fucking pig."

"Fuck you, nigger!" The White passenger didn’t back down and flipped him off.

The whole train car exploded.

The tensions between the two races were already on a knife’s edge. Stormfront’s rise had only made it worse.

"Motherfucker!" Who knows where the Black guy pulled a gun from. Guns weren’t allowed on trains. He fired several shots at the white passenger. The man’s head turned into a bloody mess, and blood even splattered across Hughie’s face.

Bang!

"Fuck you! This is a robbery! Everybody shut the fuck up!"

Amid the passengers’ screams, a few more Black guys pulled guns from under their seats and threatened the crowd. "Hand over anything valuable. Right fucking now!"

Only then did Hughie and Mother’s Milk realize they were in the middle of a terrorist attack.

"Man, I don’t even know him. For real." Hughie looked at the open backpack in the guy’s hand, then at the gun pressed to his forehead. He quickly pulled out his phone and a few dozen dollars and dropped them inside.

But when Mother’s Milk tried to do the same, the terrorist looked at his face and said, "You’re good. Probably don’t have shit anyway."

Then he slapped Hughie across the face with the gun. "Behave. Don’t tell me that’s all you got."

Hughie wanted to cry. That really was all he had.

He used to have some savings, but Butcher had burned through most of it. Plus his bank account had been frozen by the government. The measly twelve hundred twenty-one dollars left in it was completely out of reach.

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This is what happens when we make people like Stormfront famous. Can’t believe that in the big 2026 of the real world, this ain’t even satire anymore, with so many Kick streamers openly racist.

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