Business with Pleasure

"You want me to spend hundreds of billions on a vanity project, just so you can have a rocket measuring contest with a bunch of asshole billionaires? Money that could be better spent here on education and infrastructure?"

"Come now, we spend over seven hundred billion on defense every year, more than a trillion and a half in the past twenty years on Afghanistan alone, what's a few hundred thrown to create a new American dream, a new goal to give people hope to make people dream?" I paused briefly and stood.

"Just imagine it now, Science and education back at the forefront of the American psyche." I said staring out the window at the night sky. My super vision allowing me to see the stars in a way that no mortal could, little puffy clouds of white floating in deep blue black.

Though I haven't yet pushed it to its limits, partially out of fear of what I would see, even Homelander's memories were too jumbled to understand what he saw when it came to maxing out his vision, part of me understood why Superman saw things differently.

How could I not when I could casually focus on the minute details of an object a mile away, colors jumping and vibrantly dancing, their rhythm enticing me to move past them as if the red sea parting for Moses.

"New technologies developed with a purpose and not with profit in mind" I continued, my voice whimsical and eager, I was letting hope rise up within me of what I could do, what I could accomplish "Men and women united under one goal, pushing our boundaries to explore the new frontier and beyond." I paused and turned back to her.

"It's what we Americans were made to do. We are explorers, always have been since the inception of our kind."

She looked at me with big brown eyes, plush lips partially parted. I let the silence build between us. I outlined my vision the ball was in her court to respond.

"You're really serious, aren't you? You actually believe this." She said as more of a statement.

"I do." I simply stated. "But I'm not naïve, I know this isn't something that can be accomplished in a few years or all at once." I extended my hand for her to take it. She instinctively did and I pulled her up.

"I'm not proposing a transactional relationship here, I'm proposing a legacy." I brought her closer so she was facing the large windows overlooking the city and the night sky.

"You want to be the most powerful woman in the world, together we can accomplish that. I want to change the world, together we can accomplish that." I finished saying.

She didn't say anything, just stared out at the sprawling lights of the city, the ocean and the glittering stars.

"Impressive speech" she finally said. "Is this the part where I'm wooed enough by your grand plans, I fall into your strong arms and you kiss me?" she asked with a playful smirk.

"If we are going to conspire and 'get in bed with each other' I thought it would be good that we also got to know one another a bit, to build trust of course before we embark on this journey together, hence dinner" I said smugly and pointed at the food now going cold.

She took a glance at the table and then at the city. Her right hand went to her back and moved the zipper in a smooth practiced motion.

With a slight shuffle her dress fluttered to the ground leaving her only in her black silky lingerie.

Her stature was confident and her eyes were staring into mine.

"How about we skip directly to dessert." She stated confidently

'Whipped cream!'

Oh yes Echo she will get lots of whipped cream tonight.

The thin layer of grey clouds blanketing the Minnesota sky served as a foreboding warning to the events that were fated to happen today.

This was the big day, the confrontation with Soldier Boy and Butcher the final battle so to speak. I should be feeling weary, concerned, anxious but instead all I felt was satisfied.

'Played that bitch like an accordion'

Yes we did Echo, yes we did.

Good thing Victoria was a supe, a decently strong one at that, otherwise I would have crushed her spine. There's one thing to have the memories of fucking someone like Stormfront and actually fucking a supe the first time.

Let's just say control tends to slip in the moment.

I'm not going to pretend it was some romantic moment or anything like that, overwhelmed by our emotions or some other such nonsense.

We used each other.

She was a smart woman, she had come prepared for that eventuality and apparently when you are a secret supe and a young good looking congresswoman it's not exactly easy or good for optics to be hooking up with people.

Once the dam was loose she drank with much gusto.

We even had the dinner, talked over some more details about our plans and went again because why not she was already there.

AN: Is Homelander's space plan insane? Can humanity ever colonize the stars in his world? What about our real world? Let me know in the reviews. Just remember you have to reach for the stars to land on the moon…or something like that the saying goes.