Stark Board Meeting !

Niklaus leaned back into the plush chair, letting out a contented sigh as he felt Ashley's warmth pressed against him.

Finally his rest was here !

She was nestled comfortably on his lap, her head resting on his shoulder as they both enjoyed the quiet moment.

Outside the window, the city hummed with its usual chaos, but in their little corner, things were peaceful.

His hand gently traced patterns along her arm as they relaxed in each other's embrace.

"So, how's it been on your end?" Niklaus asked softly, his voice carrying that familiar playful tone. "How's it going with Laura?"

Ashley shifted slightly, smiling as she tilted her head to look up at him. "It's going... okay, I guess," she replied. "She's been cutting herself off from her usual... childish behavior, though. You know, growing up a bit. I think she's trying to be more mature."

Niklaus chuckled, the sound deep and lighthearted. "Ah, Bobby's to blame for that one," he said, rolling his eyes.

"Giving that grown-up child unfiltered access to the internet? No common sense at all. I swear, Laura's become obsessed with the romance genre. That's all that's on her device history."

Ashley raised an eyebrow, smirking at him. "And how do you know that? You've been peeking, haven't you?"

He gave her a mischievous grin. "Maybe a little. I had to make sure she wasn't getting into anything too... weird."

She laughed softly, her fingers playing with the collar of his shirt. "Well, she was pretty upset after you told her she wasn't ready to be your 'lover ,' you know. The poor girl took it a bit hard, but she'll be fine."

Niklaus sighed, leaning his head back. "Yeah, I had to be straight with her. She's still a kid in the head, her body may not be of one but She's a kid nonetheless."

They sat in comfortable silence for a moment, just enjoying the warmth of being close to one another.

Niklaus let his thoughts wander lazily, his mind drifting in and out of random things as he was resting his godly machinations for today.

Then, he furrowed his brow slightly, a small feeling tugging at him.

"Am I forgetting something?" he asked absentmindedly, his hand still tracing gentle lines along Ashley's arm.

Ashley, who had been relaxed and at ease, suddenly froze.

Her eyes widened in realization as she straightened up, almost jumping off his lap.

"Master!" she exclaimed, "You've got a meeting with the Stark board today!"

His eyes dimmed a little as he had actually deleted that part from his memories to convince himself of the rest.

"Fuck!, another bullshit meet." he cursed, quickly sitting up straight.

"Now, i feel like revealing my identity was a bad idea! No one wanted meetings so frequently before."

After that interview Niklaus had to more than 120 meetings with all their different partners from different countries that played a part in the Vought supply chain.

And he has begun to hate this.

---

As Niklaus was putting on his suit like a zombie , a sudden thought struck him like lightning.

He paused mid-movement, blinking. "Wait a minute... Why the hell am I doing this myself?"

He stood still for a moment, the gears turning in his head.

"Clones. Of course. Why didn't I think of this sooner?! Did I get dumber " His eyes lit up with a realization so obvious it made him berate himself out loud.

"I've been out here running around like a damn errand boy when I could've just sent a clone."

Without wasting another second, Niklaus closed his eyes, focusing.

He reached into the vast, universal space-time energy that flowed through him and began with him.

With practiced ease, he crystallized that power using New Order, making it a permanent feature within him.

He envisioned clones—fully capable, independent versions of himself—and then added a little extra twist for good measure.

Mind divisions.

A passive ability that would allow him to split his mental focus, keeping tabs on each clone without any mental strain.

"Alright, time to test this out," he muttered to himself. With a flex of his will, a duplicate of himself shimmered into existence.

The clone materialized right next to him, fully formed, complete with every detail of his signature smirk and commanding presence.

It was like looking into a mirror, except this Niklaus had the added instruction to handle the board meeting.

"Handle Stark's board for me, will you?" Niklaus said, chuckling as his clone nodded, already dressed in a sharp green suit.

"On it, boss," the clone—let's call him Homelander 2—said, sounding as confident as the original.

---

Seven minutes later, Homelander 2 arrived at Stark Tower, obviously late.

His emerald suit set him apart from his usual colors, but he still radiated authority.

Unfortunately, as he stepped out of the car, he encountered one of the greatest pests of his public life recently : reporters.

Of course, someone had leaked his attendance to the media, and now a swarm of eager reporters waited outside the building, cameras flashing and microphones thrust forward like hungry wolves hunting for the latest scoop on Homelander.

"Mr. Vought! Mr. Vought! Any comments on how the Governmentshould move forward?"

"Are you planning to intervene in the Middle East again?"

"Can you confirm the rumors that you hold stakes in Stark Industries?"

As irritating as it was, Homelander 2 kept his composure, flashing his perfect hero smile as he waved at them.

His calm smily demeanor was enough to keep the crowd at bay.

He gave them exactly what they wanted—a brief nod, a flash of his signature grin—and then walked past them, effortlessly parting the crowd as he strode into Stark Tower.

The cameras kept clicking, but Homelander 2 didn't give them anything more than what they already had.

His focus was on the meeting ahead, which, thanks to his new abilities, felt like a minor task compared to the sheer chaos of dealing with the public.

"Alright, time to handle these suits and make sure the originalis happy" he thought as he entered the building, ready to play his part while the original Niklaus relaxed back home.

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Homelander 2 walked into the boardroom.

The room was full of men in expensive suits—nervous old men who had built their careers on the back of Stark Industries' weapons division.

As he entered, his presence seemed to command attention immediately.

His perfectly rehearsed hero smile spread across his face as he greeted them.

"Gentlemen," he said, his voice as sweet as honey, yet dripping with authority.

The board members exchanged uneasy glances, already sensing that something was about to change, something big.

Obadiah Stane, who had been expecting this meeting to go one way, stood up, his hulking figure looming over the room as he prepared to speak. "Homelander, you're finally here—"

But Homelander 2 cut him off, his tone still pleasant but firm. "Obadiah, your work is done here. You can leave now."

The words hit like a hammer, and a wave of confusion rippled through the room.

The board members looked at each other in disbelief.

Was this some kind of joke? What will a board meeting do without its ceo But as they turned to Obadiah, the man stared for just a moment, then—surprisingly—nodded.

Without a word, he left the room, his face unreadable.

The silence that followed his exit was suffocating.

Now, all eyes were on Homelander.

With a disarming smile that didn't reach his eyes, Homelander 2 turned back to the board.

He stood at the head of the table, his posture relaxed, as if he wasn't about to drop a bombshell on them.

And then, with the same calm, pleasant demeanor, he spoke the words that made their stomachs drop.

"Stark Industries is going to stop producing weapons."

The reaction was immediate.

Faces paled, a few gasps escaped, and the room seemed to collectively hold its breath.

Some of the older board members—who had made their fortunes from the company's military contracts—looked as though they might pass out.

One brave soul stammered out, "W-what do you mean, stop? That's... that's the core of our business—"

But Homelander 2's smile didn't falter as he calmly continued. "Yes, I know. But times are changing , gentlemen. The leader of the Stark group is no longer Stane I am the Leader here."

"Stark Industries will change for the better. We're moving toward something better, something more productive for this world"

He let the words sink in, watching the dread spread across their faces.

For them, this wasn't just a change in business—it was an existential threat to everything they had built.

"And trust me," he added, his tone soft but with a hard edge beneath it, "this isn't a negotiation.This is me Informing you pf the change."

The room fell into a stunned silence, none of the crooks having the strength to speak up.

Homelander 2 knew exactly what he was doing, and he was enjoying every moment of it.

---

Some Time Later

Homelander, after a leisurely flight, strolled into SHIELD headquarters.

The moment he set foot in Nick Fury's office, however, the mood shifted.

Before he could even greet the man, Fury, still not fully bald but looking as intense as ever, had pulled a gun and aimed it straight at Homelander.

"Motherfucker," Fury muttered under his breath, eyes narrowed in suspicion.

Homelander raised his eyebrows and put up his hands in mock surrender, a smirk forming on his face. "Well, that's a warm welcome if I've ever seen one."

Fury didn't flinch, his hand steady on the trigger. "I don't trust people who can melt tanks with a glance. You're a walking WMD, Homelander, and that makes you a problem until you prove otherwise."

Homelander chuckled, clearly unfazed by Fury's intensity.

He took a slow step forward, his hand outstretched. "Come on, Nick, don't be like that. I'm just here to shake hands, make friends, maybe even save the world together like you did with your friend Carol." His grin widened, but Fury's mood worsened and gun stayed fixed.

"Motherfucker." Fury grumbled again, clearly stressed. "You show up here thinking I'm just gonna roll out the red carpet?"

"You might be here to 'help,' but I know guys like you. One wrong step and you'll be a bigger problem than the enemies you're fighting."

"Fair point." Homelander lowered his hands, his eyes twinkling with amusement.

"But let's be honest, if I wanted to wipe this place off the map, that gun wouldn't do much to stop me this whole thing of trying to rile me up is foolish."

He leaned forward slightly, his voice lowering as he added, "Relax, Nick. I'm here to make your job easier, not harder."

He flashed a dazzling smile, the kind that had melted hearts and won over the masses—but Fury was no ordinary man.

Fury's scowl deepened. "Easier, huh?." He holstered the gun but didn't relax, his eye still locked on Homelander. "You've been dping nothing but making my job harder, your team has dropped more than half of my men."

Homelander's eyes lit up at that. "Ah, so you'reangry about that. That's good. Real good. "

"You're a compassionate man Fury. But you'll thank me once you find out the truth."

Fury looked unconvinced and still angry but his gun was now lowered.

"Plus You're gonna need someone like me to keep things running smoothly." He winked, clearly enjoying tormenting ths spy.

"Imagine the headlines: 'Homelander saves the world—again.'"

"Motherfucker," Fury muttered again, rubbing his temples as if he could already feel the headaches Homelander was going to bring. "I swear, if you so much as blink wrong, I'll—"

"Nick," Homelander interrupted, patting Fury's shoulder in an overly friendly manner, though the weight of the pat was just enough to remind him who was stronger.

"I'm on your side. Humanity's side at the moment no need for over the top work against me.There are bigger problems than that."

Fury's gaze darkened, but he couldn't deny that Homelander had a point.

As much as he hated to admit it, having someone like him in SHIELD's orbit could be useful—if he could keep him in check.

"I'm watching you, Homelander. Always."

Homelander's grin didn't waver. "I wouldn't have it any other way, Mr. badass spy."

Fury's fingers twitched toward his gun again. "Motherfucker."

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