Chapter 27

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Author's Note;

Hello Author-san here, I'd like to say that regardless of who my readers are. Unlike most people I love each and every one of you, each one of you are the reason I keep writing. And have the passion to continue my work.

I've been going through a rough time, but compared to some others it's not as heavy. So my prayers for all of you who needs it.

Anyway enjoy your story.😊🙏🏽

(3rd POV)

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"Woah, hold on, so you mean to tell me that you're his teammates? Starlight, Queen Maeve, and Translucent?" Tyrone asked, his tone a mix of disbelief and curiosity as he stared at the trio sitting across from him on the couch. The three exchanged glances before nodding in unison, their expressions a blend of apprehension and determination.

"Look, I know that I'm new," Annie began, her voice carrying an earnest sincerity that made Tyrone lean in slightly, "that I've spent like a week getting to know him before the incident. But like I said, he saved me. I knew it couldn't be him, so after we found out about the plot, we had to let the world know."

Jacob, who was sitting beside her, nodded in agreement. "You might not trust us—heck, I wouldn't either," he admitted, his eyes meeting Tyrone's with a candid honesty. "But I want you to know that we need our friend back."

Tyrone felt a twinge of empathy for the two, but his skepticism wasn't so easily disarmed. He shifted his gaze to Maggie, who sat with her arms crossed, her posture radiating a calm yet firm resolve. "What about you? What's in it for you? Why do you want to find Reggie?" Tyrone's voice held a challenging edge, probing for any cracks in her stoic facade.

Maggie met his gaze steadily, her eyes almost revealing a flicker of vulnerability that she quickly masked. "I don't need a reason," she replied, her voice cool but tinged with an underlying warmth.

"I want him back. Simple as that. Except for these two, I have no one else I could trust with my life." As the words left her lips, she felt a pang of truth in them—an admission she wasn't entirely comfortable making, even to herself.

Tyrone leaned back, his hands resting on the wheels of his chair as he let out a contemplative "Hmmm." His mind raced with conflicting thoughts—could he really trust them? What if they were just trying to use him, or worse, betray Reggie? But the sincerity in their eyes and voices gave him pause. Still, he wasn't ready to let his guard down just yet.

"Okay, so why me?" Tyrone's question hung in the air, heavy with the weight of his doubts.

Jacob took a deep breath, gathering his thoughts before responding. "Because we need to find him. We don't even know where to start. So we were hoping you could help us." There was a note of desperation in Jacob's voice, a silent plea that spoke volumes about how much they needed Tyrone's help.

Tyrone scoffed, his eyes drifting down to his paralyzed legs. "Have you seen me?" he asked, a hint of bitterness creeping into his tone.

"A paralyzed man in a wheelchair—how am I going to be of help to any of you? And how do I exactly even know you mean what you said? For all I know, you may try to betray him. Not that I'm accusing you of such, just that I don't know you, just as you don't know me."

Annie felt a pang of empathy twist in her heart at Tyrone's words. She could see the pain behind his skepticism—the pain of someone who had been hurt, betrayed, and left to fend for himself.

She leaned forward slightly, her voice soft yet resolute. "Faith, we do so by faith. You're a believer just like me. So let's place whatever happens in the hands of the Lord."

Her words seemed to strike a chord with Tyrone, who fell silent, his thoughts swirling in a chaotic storm. Faith—it was something he had clung to during the darkest times of his life, something that had kept him from fully sinking into his despair. But could he really trust these strangers? Could he place his faith in them, just as he had placed it in God?

He spun his wheelchair slightly, his mind wrestling with the decision he was about to make. Memories of Reggie—his childhood friend, the one person who had never abandoned him—flashed through his mind. He thought of the bond they had shared, the promises they had made to always have each other's backs. And now, more than ever, Tyrone felt that he needed to honor that bond.

"Fine," Tyrone finally said, his voice steady as he looked Annie in the eye. "By the will of my Heavenly Father, whatever happens may it be so by His will." He paused, his gaze softening as he added, "You believe in Jesus, right? Not that Vought church nonsense, but the true Savior. The very same who died for our sins?"

Caught off guard, Annie stammered, "Um—Yeah—I mean, yes, I do. I was raised in the Vought church of the collective but... recently, to be honest, I've felt that empty feeling I've always had. Heck, I've sinned a lot. But if the things I've seen and witnessed aren't a sign, then I don't know what is. So yeah, I'm trying to find my way to my Lord Jesus."

Nodding in approval, Tyrone said, "Well done, my sister. The first steps are always the hardest. But believe me when I say being a Christian is not a religion—it's about living like He did, His lifestyle. Through Him, we don't become sinless because our flesh will always lead us astray. But by the Glory and Mercy of our Lord Jesus Christ, we will sin less......Alright, I'll help you."

As the words left his mouth, Tyrone felt a strange sense of peace wash over him—a peace that he hadn't felt in a long time. For the first time since his injury, he felt like he was on the path to something greater, maybe even something meaningful. And maybe, just maybe, he could help his friend find his way back too.

A stray tear formed in Jacob's eye, the raw emotion of the moment hitting him harder than he had anticipated. Maggie noticed and couldn't resist teasing him, despite the lump in her throat.

"Well would you look at that, I thought you were Jewish—a grown man crying?" she quipped, her voice laced with a rare softness.

Jacob quickly wiped the tear away, a faint smile tugging at the corners of his lips. "Some people deserve redemption, some don't," he murmured, his thoughts drifting to his son and the family he was trying to protect. "But I hope that even I can find it."

Tyrone, overhearing the comment, spoke with pure conviction, "Those who seek it shall find it. Put your worries to God and focus on the rest."

He could sense the weight of Jacob's burdens, and though they had only just met, he felt a kindred spirit in him—someone who had also been through the wringer and was desperately trying to make things right.

Jacob nodded in appreciation, feeling a sense of peace he hadn't expected to find. For the first time in a long while, the fear gnawing at him seemed to recede, replaced by a glimmer of hope.

Just then, a subtle sound came from the entrance, drawing their attention. "Well, well, well, hello there," came a familiar voice, smooth and strong. Standing by the staircase was Reggie, his presence exuding a mix of relief and strength that seemed to fill the room.

Annie's eyes widened in disbelief before she rushed toward him, wrapping him in a tight embrace, the warmth of his touch sending a wave of comfort through her. Reggie held her close, his grip firm yet gentle, as if grounding her to the reality that he was truly there.

Jacob quickly joined, his heart pounding with a mix of joy and relief as he hugged his friend. The tension that had been building up inside him seemed to melt away, leaving behind a sense of calm he hadn't felt in months.

Maggie stood at a distance, her arms still crossed in a defensive posture, as if she were trying to hold onto the tough exterior she had carefully constructed. But Reggie noticed the hesitation in her stance, the way her eyes flickered with emotions she was trying to suppress. "You know there's room for one more, right?" he said, his voice soft and inviting.

Rolling her eyes, Maggie finally relented, stepping forward to join the hug. As she did, she allowed herself to smile—a tearful smile she quickly hid behind the others. Her tough facade cracked just enough to show that beneath it, she cared very deeply for the people around her, even if she wasn't always good at showing it.

Tyrone watched the reunion, a small smile of his own forming as he silently offered a prayer of thanks. For the first time in a long while, he felt hope—hope that perhaps, by the power of faith and their friendship, they could all find the redemption they were searching for.

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"Alright, I've heard y'all, but I won't return to The Seven though," Reggie said, his tone firm as he stepped back from the group, the warmth in his eyes giving way to a steely resolve. "You all know the reason why, so I'll give you all an offer—not you, Ty, but y'all.

I'm done with being a puppet, so I'm offering you a chance to be legit heroes. I'm making an agency, one approved by the government to actually be real heroes. Real heroes are not in it for the fame, but because we have the power to make a difference.

Many lose their way, so influenced by their fame that they see everyone else as expendable. Every action has a reaction, a consequence, and I'm sure that none of y'all want to have innocent lives on your conscience. So if you're in, I'll have a place for you."

The weight of Reggie's words hung in the air, each syllable resonating with the truth of his convictions. Annie felt a swell of pride as she listened to him speak.

This was the man she had come to care for—the man who wasn't afraid to stand up for what was right, even if it meant standing alone.

Maggie crossed her arms again, this time more out of thought than defense. She had always known that Reggie had a moral compass, so hearing him lay it out so plainly made her realize just how far he was willing to go to make things right.

She wasn't sure if she was ready to leave The Seven, but she couldn't deny the appeal of fighting for something real, something that mattered.

Jacob, on the other hand, was already convinced. He had seen too much corruption, too many lives ruined by those who had lost sight of what it meant to be a hero.

If joining Reggie meant he could make a difference, protect his family, and atone for his mistakes, then he was all in.

"I don't mind, but how can I be sure of my family safety?" Asked Jacob, if it was just him he'd join. But the problem is that he has a son, who could be targeted because of him.

"Don't worry, I'll handle it." Reggie assured, Giving them communication devices each as he said. "This is for whenever you decide you need to contact me."

"Anyway, that aside, you coming with me, Ty? Vought's gonna be on the lookout for you, especially since they know of your connection with me." Reggie's tone shifted slightly, a hint of concern lacing his words as he looked at his old friend.

Tyrone nodded, determination gleaming in his eyes. "Damn straight I'm comin' with you. Besides, I've been dreaming of walking and running again. But you gotta promise me one thing: you gotta protect my family, man."

Reggie's expression softened as he placed a reassuring hand on Tyrone's shoulder. "You have my word, and I'll show you the world you'll be stepping into."

Reggie's ring flashed briefly, looking at his former teammates he said "I'll have to take him with me, Vought has been trying to find me. Let's all catch up later." They seemed reluctant but they understood him, nodding they parted ways for for him to leave.

Approaching Tyrone he said "Bear with me bro, it won't take long." Channeling his Speedforce into his ring he stored Tyrone's Wheelchair and tossed him over his shoulder causing Tyrone to grunt. "Ready?" Reggie asked, his tone playfully laced with excitement.

"Let's roll," Tyrone replied, a determined grin spreading across his face. Before they disappeared in a trail of blue lightning.

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