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Larry couldn't believe his luck—or rather, his misfortune. There he was, a scrawny 10-year-old kid, face-to-face with Homelander, the supposed cream of the superhero crop. Larry stared up at the overgrown boy scout hovering above him, his blue shades doing nothing to hide the dull expression on his face.

Inwardly, Larry groaned. Homelander was the epitome of a try-hard superhero. The way he spouted cringe-worthy one-liners with a straight face made Larry question the man's sense of shame. How could someone say stuff like that and not be embarrassed?

Homelander, oblivious to the scrutiny, looked down at Larry with a fake smile plastered across his face. "Hey there, champ. Everything okay?"

Larry forced a smile. "Yeah, yeah, just wondering about something."

Homelander tilted his head, doing nothing to hide the confusion in his eyes. "What do you mean?"

Larry eyed Homelander's physique, or lack thereof. "I thought you'd be, you know, bigger. Like the shows you star in."

Homelander blinked, then flexed his not-so-impressive biceps. "Well, I've been cutting some weight lately. Gotta stay agile."

Larry bit back a sarcastic comment, choosing instead to gesture toward the makeshift rope of pants and the dangling robbers. "I took care of those guys for you."

Homelander surveyed the scene, then nodded approvingly. "Not bad, kid. Good job."

"Thanks," Larry said, a tad too polite. He turned to leave just as the distant wail of police sirens grew louder. "Gotta run, though. Police and news teams are on their way."

But the media vultures were quicker. News teams and reporters swarmed the scene like a pack of hungry wolves, their cameras flashing and microphones thrust forward.

Homelander, ever the showman, embraced the attention. "Well, well, it looks like we've got some fans here!"

Larry rolled his eyes but stayed by Homeland's side as the reporters bombarded them with questions. There's not a chance in the name of Fortnite, Minecraft, or even Call of Duty that he will let this man steal the credit.

"Mr. Homelander, can you tell us what happened here?"

Homelander puffed out his chest. "Just your friendly neighborhood hero saving the day. Nothing to worry about, folks!"

Larry stifled a snort and waited for the inevitable question directed at him.

"And who's this young hero with you? Are you two a team now?"

Larry took a deep breath. "Nah, we just happened to be in the same neighborhood."

Homelander shot Larry a curious glance, but the reporters were relentless.

"Super-kid, can you share your experience of stopping the robbers?"

Larry scratched his head, keeping it casual. "Oh, you know, I just saw those guys trying to pull a stunt, so I thought, why not put their pants to good use?"

Laughter erupted from the crowd, and even Homelander cracked a smile.

"But how did you manage to find them?"

Larry shrugged. "They actually found me. So I just dropped myself into their car and here we are."

As the questions continued, Homelander couldn't resist jumping in with tales of his own heroics. "I once stopped a speeding train with my bare hands, you know. Strongest hero in the world!"

Ignoring Homelander, Larry smirked, reaching into his pocket. "Speaking of which, I got it all on tape."

Homelander's eyes widened as Larry pulled out his phone and showed him the footage. "Posted it on YouTube, TikTok, Twitter—everywhere."

Homelander's attempt to seize the narrative faltered as Larry's video went viral. The hero struggled to regain control, but Larry's popularity skyrocketed.

Reporters turned their attention to Larry, hungry for more details. "Super-kid, how does it feel to become an internet sensation overnight?"

Larry scratched his head, a mischievous glint in his eyes. "Feels pretty cool, I guess. I mean, who wouldn't want to be famous for tying up bad guys with their own pants?"

The media frenzy reached a peak, with cameras flashing and microphones practically shoved in Larry's face. Homelander, simmering with jealousy, attempted to one-up the kid.

"I've faced world-ending threats and saved cities, but this young hero here, he's got style, doesn't he?"

Larry just shrugged off the praise, waving to the cameras. "Who da man?"

The phrase caught on, echoing through the crowd, and Larry basked in the attention, leaving Homelander to seethe in the background. The kid had stolen the spotlight, and for the first time, Homelander found himself on the sidelines, overshadowed by a 10-year-old with a smartphone.

***

Larry slumped on the couch, the TV screen flickering with the recorded footage of his encounter with Homelander. Helsa, his foster mom, watched beside him, amusement lighting up her eyes.

"Who da man?" Larry's own voice echoed through the room as he cringed, realizing how embarrassing the childish proclamation sounded on playback.

Helsa couldn't contain her laughter, looking at Larry with a teasing glint. "Who da man?" she repeated, a playful grin on her face.

Larry's embarrassment was evident, his cheeks flushing crimson. His eyes darted around, desperately avoiding Helsa's gaze. He muttered, "Yeah, yeah, not my best line."

Helsa interrupted, her tone teasing while enjoying every moment of her ward's discomfort. "Oh, come on, Larry. It was cute. Own it

Larry snapped, yelling in embarrassment, "Easy for you to say. You're not the one who yelled it in front of the entire city."

Helsa's smile widened, akin to a mother finding her child's antics adorable. She patted Larry's head, apologizing for her teasing. "Sorry, sorry. I couldn't resist. How did it go with Homelander, though?"

Larry grimaced, replaying the memory of Homelander's attempt at heroism. "Ugh, the guy is like a downgrade of Superman or something. And did you see his costume? It looks so tight and uncomfortable."

Helsa maintained a calm expression, though a subtle relief lingered in her thoughts. She hadn't wanted Larry and Homelander to come to blows, fearing the potential consequences. She thought about how good it was that her worst-case scenario hadn't unfolded.

"Yeah, Superman is a tough act to follow," Helsa said casually, her eyes betraying the worry she felt for Larry. "But I'm glad things didn't get out of hand. You never know with these supers."

Larry nodded, a thoughtful expression crossing his face. "Yeah, but you know, I could totally take him in a fight."

Helsa's eyebrows rose in mock surprise. "Oh, really? You're that confident?"

Larry smirked, his confidence shining through. "Absolutely. I got moves. And besides, he's all talk and no action."

Helsa's gaze softened, and she placed a gentle hand on Larry's shoulder. "Just be careful, kiddo. I don't doubt your abilities, but these superhero clashes can get messy. I worry about you."

Larry leaned into Helsa's touch, appreciating the concern. "I know, Helsa. I'll be careful. But seriously, Homelander is no match for me. I'm the real hero here."

Helsa chuckled, a mix of amusement and affection in her eyes. "You're definitely my hero, Larry. Just promise me you won't let these superhero antics go to your head."

Larry grinned, giving Helsa a playful salute. "Scout's honor. Now, let's find something else to watch on TV and forget about my cringe line for a while."

***

The expansive office of Stan Edgar, CEO of Vought, was filled with an air of tension as the news broadcast featuring Larry, aka Super Kid, played on the large screen. Stan stood with a stoic expression, his cold demeanor contrasting sharply with the fiery emotions displayed by Homelander, who stood beside him.

Edgar's eyes remained impassive, watching the news as if analyzing a balance sheet. On the other hand, Homelander's jealousy burned like a neon sign on his face. He couldn't stand the fact that Super Kid had stolen the spotlight, and the world was buzzing about the young hero.

"Homelander, Stan spoke with a measured calmness. "Care to tell me what made you think attempting to undermine Super-kid's work on live TV was a good idea? Do enlighten me."

Homelander, almost akin to a manchild losing a prized toy, fidgeted uncomfortably. Stan's demeanor, though, was that of a strict parent scolding a misbehaving child.

"Why would you embarrass yourself like that?" Stan asked, his tone unwavering. This time, he turned to face the so-called hero.

Homelander remained silent, prompting Stan to press further. "I'm waiting."

...

Stan remained apathetic. "Typical."

"Typical?!" Homelander exploded. "I'm the most powerful supe out there!"

Stan shot him a cold glance. "And yet, the whole world is talking about you trying to bully a 10-year-old hero, while we are trying to fix this mess you've created. You've made a mess again, Homelander. Just like last time, it will be us who fixes it as always. Leave my office." The child is more mature than you."

Homelander's face was twisted with rage. "I'm the face of this company! You can't just dismiss me!"

Stan sighed. "Yes, I can."

The tension escalated, and Homelander's increasing anger was palpable. "I'm the Homelander! I can do whatever I want! That kid wouldn't even have powers if not for me!"

Stan's apathy was palpable. "If you mean the compound V that you and A-Train smuggled, then yes, you're right."

Homelander feigned ignorance. "I have no idea what you're talking about."

Stan only raised an eyebrow, unimpressed by Homelander's feign of ignorance. "Close the door on the way out."

The Homelander, unable to contain his fury, smashed a hole in the office wall before storming out. Stan watched him go with disappointment etched across his face.

Once Homelander had left, Stan's gaze turned back to the screen displaying Super-Kid's heroic actions. He sighed, muttering to himself, "Failed product."

"Get Ashley in here," Stan ordered through the phone, the disappointment in his voice palpable. Hearing the door open, Stan turned to see Ashley, his assistant, at the door. "Find out everything you can about Super-kid. I want to know his whereabouts, his background, everything. We need a new face who can represent the company with maturity. Offer him a contract with the company," Stan instructed.

Stan's thoughts were drawn back to the young hero as Ashley hurriedly began her task. "Super-kid might be the answer we've been looking for," he mused, contemplating the potential of a new face for Vought.

***

The early morning sun bathed the city in a warm glow as Larry strolled alongside Helsa. They walked through the park, Larry occasionally skipping ahead like an excited child, and Helsa following with a fond smile. Despite the professional nanny-ward relationship, their bond was more akin to that of a mother and son.

As they wandered, Helsa playfully tousled Larry's hair, and he responded with a wide grin. She'd pack snacks for the day, and they'd sit on a bench, sharing laughter and stories. The city buzzed around them, but in those moments, it was just the two of them.

Suddenly, Larry's eyes lit up, and he pointed excitedly. "Starlight!"

The familiar blond heroine, aka Starlight, turned, her face breaking into a radiant smile at the sight of Larry. It was a look of pure joy, like an older sister spotting her little brother.

"Hey, Larry!" Starlight exclaimed, rushing over to him and enveloping him in a hug. "How's it going?"

Larry beamed. "We're doing great! Helsa and I just decided to take a morning stroll."

Starlight ruffled Larry's hair affectionately. "That sounds fun. I'm glad to see you again."

As they settled on a bench, memories flooded back for Larry. He remembered the first time he encountered Starlight, back when he and Helsa first arrived in the world of 'The Boys.' Starlight was apprehending criminals, and Larry, in a moment of mischief, shrank the clothes of an escaping crook until he passed out.

Back to the present, Starlight turned to Larry. "So, how about some ice cream? My treat."

Larry's eyes lit up with delight. "Sure, I'd love that! Let me ask Helsa."

Helsa nodded with a smile, silently appreciating the genuine warmth Starlight brought to Larry's life.

As they enjoyed their ice cream, Starlight and Larry chatted about hero stuff and everyday life. Starlight's innocence and optimism were evident, and Larry couldn't help but admire her goodness.

Helsa, however, looked at Starlight with a mix of fondness and pity. She saw the naivety in the heroine, knowing all too well the challenges and heartaches that awaited her in this complicated world of heroes.

In a moment of silent reflection, Helsa couldn't help but feel sorry for Starlight. She was a good person, but the world had a way of tarnishing even the brightest of stars.

The sun began its ascent in the sky, casting a warm glow over the park as Larry and Starlight enjoyed their ice cream. Amid the casual chatter and laughter, Starlight couldn't contain her excitement any longer.

"Hey, Larry, I've got some big news," she exclaimed, her eyes sparkling with anticipation.

Larry raised an eyebrow, genuinely intrigued. "What's up, Annie?"

Starlight grinned, unable to conceal her elation. "Vought has invited me to join the Seven!"

Larry's eyes widened in surprise, and then a mixture of emotions played across his face. "Whoa, that's amazing, Annie! Congratulations!"

Annie's face lit up with joy as she absorbed the words of her dream coming true. "I know, right? I can't believe it! I always wanted to be part of the Seven, ever since I was a kid. Queen Maeve, one of the members, inspired me. She saved a bunch of kids from a speeding truck and broke every bone in her arm doing it. I want to be like her, help people, and be an inspiration. And now, I get the chance!"

Larry's initial excitement shifted into a bittersweet smile. "Annie, that's incredible. I'm really happy for you."

However, Starlight noticed a subtle change in Larry's expression—a hint of sadness that didn't align with his initial enthusiasm. She furrowed her brows, concern replacing her elation. "What's wrong, Larry? You don't seem as excited as I thought you'd be."

Larry hesitated, then sighed, realizing he couldn't keep his feelings hidden. "It's not about you, Annie. It's about the Seven. I just... I have a bad feeling about them."

Starlight's expression shifted to a mix of confusion and concern. "A bad feeling? Larry, it's the Seven! This is my dream!"

Larry fidgeted, struggling to articulate his unease. "I know, I know. It's just... I don't like the Seven, that's all."

Annie's eyes widened, and a playful smirk formed on her lips. "Larry, are you jealous that I won't have as much time for you once I'm in the Seven?"

Larry blushed furiously, denying it with exaggerated gestures. "What? No! That's not it at all!"

Annie chuckled, teasing him further. "Oh, come on, Larry. You'll always be my sidekick, even if I'm in the Seven."

Larry squirmed in embarrassment, muttering, "I don't want to be a sidekick."

Annie's tone softened, and she placed a reassuring hand on Larry's shoulder. "Larry, nothing's going to change between us. I'll always be your friend, and we can still hang out. Don't worry too much."

Larry nodded, still feeling a bit uneasy. "Yeah, I know. It's just... the Seven, Annie. Just be careful, okay?"

Annie smiled, appreciating Larry's concern. "I promise, Larry. I'll be careful. And no matter what, you'll always be my super-kid."

Larry couldn't shake the uneasy feeling about the seven. The impending decision weighed on him, and he hesitated before voicing his thoughts. "Annie, I want you to achieve your dreams, but the Seven... there's something off about them."

Annie tilted her head, curiosity evident in her eyes. "What do you mean, Larry? They're the top heroes in the world!"

Larry sighed, struggling to articulate his concerns. "It's just... I've heard things, you know? Rumors, stories. It's like there's more to them than what people see on the surface."

Annie's eyes sparkled with determination. "Larry, you can't just believe in rumors. I'm doing this to make a difference, to inspire people, and you should be happy for me!"

Larry nodded, his sincerity evident. "I am happy for you, Annie. It's just that... I want you to be safe. The Seven, they're not all they seem to be. I can feel it."

Annie smiled, her warmth evident in her eyes. "Larry, I can handle myself, and having you as my friend, looking out for me, means the world to me."

Larry sighed, realizing the inevitability of Annie's decision. "Yeah, you're right. I just have this feeling, you know? Like things are going to change, and not for the better."

Annie leaned in, squeezing Larry's hand comfortingly. "Larry, no matter what happens, we're in this together. I'll always be your friend, and nothing will change that."

Larry nodded, grateful for Annie's reassurance but still carrying the weight of his premonition. "Thanks, Annie. I hope you know how much you mean to me."

Annie smiled, her eyes reflecting genuine affection. "Of course, Larry. Now, how about we celebrate? I'll treat you to another round of ice cream. This time, we'll go for the giant sundaes!"

Larry couldn't help but smile at Annie's infectious enthusiasm. As they continued their conversation, the unease lingered in the back of his mind, like a whisper of concern for the path his friend was about to tread. The city bustled around them, unaware of the impending changes, and the two friends, with ice cream in hand, faced an uncertain future together.