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Butcher, Hughie & Izuku were in the car, driving through the night.

Butcher: All right, listen, I have worked for the Feds. I've worked for loads of people. I'm what you might call an independent contractor. You got a problem, you call me, and I solve the problem.

It's been about two hours since they started driving when they heard pounding in the back.

Hughie: Is that . . . ?

Butcher: That's a problem.

Izuku: Well . . . at least I didn't kill him.

Butcher: I think ya should've, lad.

Izuku: Say what now?

Hughie: Don't listen to him, Izuku, you did the right thing. Butcher, pull over.

Butcher: No.

Hughie: Butcher, pull over!

Butcher: Don't you get it, Hughie? He saw our faces, we let him go and he'll come after us, he will kill us, do you understand ya wanker?

Hughie: Oh shit . . .

Izuku: Hey, look on the bright side, Hughie . . . it could be worse.

Butcher: Well don't you lads worry, I know a bloke. Top man. He'll know what to do.

The next morning they pulled up near a warehouse as Butcher knocks on the door. It opens as a woman comes out.

Butcher: Morning, luv. Frenchie about?

The woman then looked at Hughie and Izuku, touching their faces with her hands which weirded them out. She then heads back inside with the door open.

Izuku: What was that all about?

Butcher: Don't worry about it, you'll love this guy.

He said as they walk inside to see a man with a table full of weaponry and loud music playing.

Butcher: Frenchie . . . Oi, Frenchie!

He said which got the man's attention as he turns off the music.

Frenchie: Monsieur Charcuter. This is a surprise. Good to see you.

Butcher: Good to see you, too, mate.

Frenchie: Means you brought that 40,000 you owe me? I mean, why else would you show your face around here?

Butcher: Because I've got something even better for you. How would you like to double your money?

They both start laughing a bit.

Frenchie: The double of zero is zero. Who are they?

He asked, looking at Izuku and Hughie.

Butcher: Them? Oh, they're Izuku Midoriya and Hughie Campbell. We're, uh, working a little job together.

Cherie: Ooh.

Frenchie: And they're still alive?

Butcher: You and I worked together and you're still in one piece.

Frenchie: Am I?

Butcher: Look, do you want to know what the fucking job is or not?

Frenchie then goes out with our trio to the car trunk.

Butcher: You ready, Midoriya?

Izuku: As ready as I'll ever be.

He said, clenching his fists.

Frenchie: You really think this kid can knock out whoever you got in here?

Butcher: Well the lad's the one who knocked him out last night, so yeah.

Izuku: I'm a "Supe", Mr. Frenchie.

Frenchie: What's your hero name?

Izuku: I don't have one.

Hughie: He's only 16, so Vought wouldn't be recruiting kids, no offense, Izuku.

Izuku: None taken.

Butcher: All right, Frenchie. Open it.

Frenchie: Who is in there?

Butcher: Where's your sense of adventure, Frenchie? Just open it.

Frenchie reluctantly opens the trunk.

Translucent: You dumb fucks are fucking dead! Have you any-

Izuku cuts him off by knocking him unconscious again with a 10% Smash.

Butcher closed the trunk as Frenchie seemed to be in distress.

Frenchie: That's Translucent . . . you got Translucent in your trunk, huh?

Butcher: Nothing gets past you, mate.

He said before Frenchie pulls out a revolver and puts it beneath his chin where the bullet would end going up into his brain if he pulled the trigger.

Hughie: Whoa, whoa, whoa!

Izuku: No, wait!

Frenchie: Go away. Get him out of here.

Butcher: All right, all right, easy.

Frenchie: He's chipped. The Supes could be on their way. Homelander could be on his way right now.

Hughie: Wait, he's chipped?

Izuku: Homelander?

Frenchie: You bring this to my doorstep? This is not my problem, huh?

Butcher: Well, it is now. He knows what you look like. Look, Frenchie, I need your help, mate and I ain't leaving until I get it, or till The Seven show up.

Some time later, our trio drove up to a closed, shut down restaurant as Frenchie followed them in black van.

They then get to work before Translucent regains consciousness, building a cage in a small room, placing Translucent inside it and setting up some kind of material to the ceiling of the room.

Frenchie: That stuff really blocks the chip's signal?

Hughie: Yeah. It's just R.F. Shielding Foil. You can get it at Fry's.

Frenchie: You in Tech Intelligence?

Izuku: No, but we do work in Tech sales and installation, Mr. Frenchie.

Not too long after, Translucent had just woken up with a serious headache.

Translucent: Ohh, what the fuck? Where am I?

Butcher: Oi. Morning, sunshine.

Translucent: You know who I am?

Frenchie: Not sure. I know a lot of invisible assholes.

Translucent: You fucking amateurs! Agh! Fuck! What the fuck?!

He yelled as he got electrocuted just by touching the cage.

Butcher: Ooh, mind them bars, son. You'll only bollocks yourself again.

He said as they started exiting the room.

Translucent: Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa. Okay, look, what do you guys want? Money?

Butcher: We don't want your fucking money.

He said before closing the door.

Butcher: What do you think, Frenchie?

Frenchie: You just dropped the Moby fucking Dick of problems on my plate. That's what I think. Okay? He can re-order his carbon on his skin into a metamaterial. It's hard as diamonds. It's nearly impossible to penetrate.

Butcher: Suffocation?

Frenchie: Bunch of Dominicans tried that in 07.

Butcher: Well, what happened?

Frenchie: They're all fucking dead now.

Butcher: How 'bout electrocution? We'll just increase the amps.

Frenchie: You already hit him with enough to drop a water buffalo. Might knock him out but doesn't seem to kill him, huh?

Butcher: What about Midoriya?

Izuku: I'm sorry?

Butcher: Midoriya, when you knocked out Translucent both times were you giving it all you got or can you hit harder?

Izuku: Well . . . I only used 10% of my power both times. Why?

Butcher laughs.

Butcher: Bloody hell, 10% knocked the cunt out? Give it all you got and the bastard's fucked. Let's get you in there.

Izuku: Wait, wait a minute! No! I'm not gonna kill him!

Hughie: He's right, Izuku's not a murderer and neither am I.

Izuku: Yeah, and besides . . .

He pauses for a moment.

Izuku: I can only use up to 50%. Any more than that and I'd end up injuring myself.

Butcher sighs in disappointment.

Butcher: That's all right, lads, I'll do it then.

Izuku and Hughie then made their way to the back, taking a breather from all this craziness.

Izuku then looked at his phone to see a dozen missed calls from his mother.

Hughie: My dad's calling.

Izuku: Yeah . . . same with my mom.

He says before deciding to call Inko.

Izuku: Hi, mom.

Inko: Izuku, thank goodness! Where have you been?! I've been trying to call you! Mr. Campbell said that he hasn't seen Hughie either!

Izuku: Hughie and I are fine, mom.

Inko: The police are saying someone drove into Gary's store and took off! I was worried you were kidnapped or something!

Izuku: Come on, mom. How can I get kidnapped when I have superpowers? Besides, Hughie and I closed up early. It must have happened after we left.

Inko: But where did you go?

Izuku: I've just been hanging out with Hughie, blowing off some steam.

Inko: Hanging out where, Izuku? I-I've been calling everyone. No one's seen you or Hughie. Please, just tell me where you are, honey.

Izuku: I . . . it's hard to explain. Look, mom, I got to go now.

Inko: Izuku, wait! Please, I know you've been taking your dad's passing hard, but . . . please . . . please just come home, Izuku. I know you have superpowers, but as your mother I'm still going to worry about you no matter what. I just want to make sure you're okay.

Izuku was silent for a moment as tears began to form in his eyes.

Izuku: I gotta go.

Inko: No, wait! Izuku-

She was cut off as Izuku hangs up on her, tears streaming down his face.

He stood there for a moment before hearing a loud thud.

The teen was in shock when he saw Hughie punching the wall and making his knuckles bleed.

Hughie had just gotten off the phone with his dad as Izuku rushes over to him.

Izuku: Hughie, stop!

He said, pulling him away from the wall and holding him down.

Izuku: It's okay, Hughie! Everything's going to be okay! Just calm down . . .

He said just as Hughie began to calm himself.

Some time later, Frenchie and Butcher had just finished making a special type of bullet to try and kill Translucent.

Frenchie: Round's coated in the same carbon metamaterial as his skin.

Butcher: Will it work?

Frenchie: Je ne sais pas.

Butcher then loads the bullet into a sniper rifle, Izuku and Hughie watch as they open the door and Butcher pulls the trigger on the caged Translucent.

But it didn't work as Translucent started laughing at them.

Translucent: You stupid fucking assholes. I'm invincible! You stupid motherfuckers! And you, you're one of us, what the fuck are you doing with these pricks anyway?!

He yells at Izuku, knowing he has powers since last night as they shut the door.

Butcher: Frenchie, back later.

Frenchie: Where are you going?

Butcher: Got an idea. Long shot, might help.

Hughie: Now?

Butcher: Well, it's all under control here, isn't it? Try not to bugger each other.

He said before leaving as he heads up the stairs.

Izuku and Hughie open the door to the room where they're keeping Translucent captive.

Izuku had a cup of water and a plate with a burger on it.

Izuku: H-Hi. We thought you might be hungry and thirsty, so . . .

He said as Hughie opened a little slide door at the cage door.

Izuku then leaves the plate and cup next to it before taking a step back just in case.

Translucent didn't even move or make a sound.

Hughie: If you don't want it, then-

Translucent: No, I want it.

He said, grabbing the cup of water and putting it to the side as he grabs the plate and starts eating the burger.

Hughie: So listen, we need to ask you a few questions about A-Train. When he, uh, burst through those two. You know, Robin Ward and Hisashi Midoriya? We need to know why. Where was he going? What was he doing?

Translucent: Why? Were you two close with them?

Hughie: Robin was my girlfriend. And Hisashi was . . .

Izuku: My dad . . .

Translucent: Christ, is that what this is about? What makes you think I know anything about it?

Hughie: We know you and A-Train were tight. You guys came up together.

Translucent: What are you, a fucking fan?

Izuku: . . . Yeah.

Hughie: Look, those two guys in there? They're gonna kill you, okay? So you give us something then maybe we'll-

Translucent: What? Hold them off? Sure you got the kid to help, but if they really have a way to kill me, what makes you think they won't use it on him, huh?

Hughie: Because . . . because he's just a kid.

Translucent: Come on, do you really think they care about killing a kid that gets in their way? Nah, I know lots of people who'd be willing to do the same shit.

Izuku: You mean your fellow false heroes?

Translucent: Oh grow up, kid! Are you really that surprised we heroes aren't all rainbows and sunshine? Shit, even Homelander ain't got a heart of gold. That guy . . . shit, he's a fucking psychopath.

Izuku: You mean . . . even Homelander's corrupt?

He said, saddened to hear this.

Translucent: You a Homelander fan?

Izuku: Homelander was my hero . . . I always wanted to be a superhero when I was little. I wanted to be just like him, or at least . . . I wanted to be what I thought he was. What he represented . . .

Translucent sighed.

Translucent: Look kid, my real super power isn't invisibility. It's reading people. Watching them when they think they're alone.

Meanwhile, Frenchie looked outside through a narrow opening in the wall and he saw a black van driving around the area. Frenchie quickly grabbed a gun and readied himself just in case.

Translucent: I see people for who they really are. And I see you too, both of you.

Hughie: Right. 'Cause you know us so well, right?

Translucent: Yeah, I know you're trying your damnedest to be tough, it's a little adorable, but the truth is you're terrified. Shitting in your tighty-whities 'cause you're in over your head, and you know it.

Back with Frenchie, the van drove away but he quickly saw silhouettes of men moving by the windows. He quickly takes cover so he wouldn't be seen as they look through the windows.

Translucent: Look, Hughie, Izuku . . . I kind of feel for you. I mean your girlfriend and your dad died, sometimes we do crazy shit when we got broken hearts. But now every instinct is screaming at you to head for the hills, and you should listen to those instincts.

Hughie: . . . Unless we kill you first.

Translucent: How? I got invulnerable skin. The kid could probably mess me up but I can tell that he ain't no killer. Right, Izuku? You said you wanted to be a hero, right? But not like us though, because real heroes don't kill, yeah? I'm a fucking superhero for fuck's sakes. We fight gangs and terrorists. We save the world daily. I've stood in front of thousands of screaming fans, all of 'em creaming their jeans. Who are you two? A water balloon filled with blood and meat? A little boy with powers that nobody knows? Homelander's gonna find me, and when he does, he's gonna burst you wide open and I'm gonna make it home in time for cocktails. 'Cause that's who you guys are and that's who I am. You're not the heroes of this story. And I'm not the one that's trapped.

Hughie: . . .

Izuku: . . . Well, good luck to you. We tried.

He said as they walked towards the door.

Translucent: Great chat. Run for the hills you guys, this may be your last chance.

He said before they closed the door.

Frenchie was tense, ready to pull the trigger on the guys snooping around.

Thankfully, they left as Frenchie took a breather and lit a cigarette.

Some time later, Izuku and Hughie covered their ears as Frenchie tried to pierce Translucent's skin with a huge drill.

He soon stopped, exiting the room as Translucent laughed.

Frenchie: Fucking diamond skin! Merde!

He yelled, slamming his fist into the table.

He then takes out some sort of pills from his pocket before looking at Izuku and Hughie.

Frenchie: Here, take these.

Hughie: W-What are they?

Frenchie: It will help with your anxiety. It's LSD and MDMA. This is a candy flip. It'll smooth you right out. Take them.

Izuku: Mr. Frenchie . . . you know I'm a minor, right?

Hughie: Yeah, even if he was of legal age I don't think now's a good time to take hallucinogens . . . like, at all.

Frenchie: Suit yourselves.

He said, taking one and putting the other away.

Hughie: What are you exactly? Chemist? Engineer? What?

Frenchie: I know a little about a lot of things. I'm a gunrunner by trade, but, uh, as you can see, I've developed a certain niche.

Izuku: Killing superheroes?

Frenchie: No. You can count on one hand the number of dead superheroes. Sometimes you can, uh, incapacitate them. Truly, they are magnificent creatures.

He said as he smokes some weed.

Frenchie: Each one with a unique power that requires a unique solution. It's, uh, it's never the same twice.

Izuku: Who pays you to do that?

Frenchie: Whoever can pay.

Hughie: . . . And when you do kill a Supe, or anyone in general . . . what's it like?

Frenchie: . . . You know, I saw this woman once, in a midtown elevator, 2008. No more for ten seconds, I see her, huh? Stunning. Five-nine. Hair so black it absorbed the light, you know? Tom Ford pencil skirt, Louboutin stilettos. C'est magnifique. But she had, uh, she had . . . I never forget this, you see . . . she had dirt under her fingernails and callouses on her hands and I see this and I say "Oh, strange for a refined woman like this." What, you . . .

He chuckled.

Frenchie: You a gardener? You know, are you a sculptor? What is this, huh? And I think about this . . . I think about her all the time. She was the first person I ever killed. I carry . . . I carry them all with me. It's like scars in a way, you know?

The next morning, Butcher came back as they all tried to figure out a way to kill Translucent. The tv was on showing a tortoise eating lettuce. Frenchie was staring at the tortoise for a moment before his brain hatched an idea as he grabbed the taser.

Butcher: What are you doing?

Frenchie: Shocking our invisible friend. I need him unconscious.

Butcher: Why?

Frenchie: Because I got it.

He said as he enters the room and electrocutes Translucent to the point where he passes out.

A couple hours later, Translucent had just woken up with a serious headache.

Translucent: What the . . . ? Something doesn't feel right.

Butcher: Oh, I'll bet.

Frenchie: I'm not ashamed to admit it, I have outdone myself. Now, the problem is the skin, no? It's, uh, hard like diamonds. But then I realized, it is just your shell that is hard, huh? Like a turtle. But your insides . . . they're like the rest of ours . . . soft. So, how do you get to the squishy insides? Through the mouth? Non. The stomach acid, gag reflex, you'd just vomit it up. There was truly only one way.

Translucent: What the fuck did you do to me?

Butcher: Just stuck a lump of plastique up your bum, son.

Frenchie: Ass bomb.

Izuku and Hughie couldn't believe what they were hearing as Translucent turns back to normal out of fear.

Translucent: Oh my God.

Butcher: Now . . . you stick your finger up your bum and try to fish it out, bang. I push this button here, also bang. Savvy?

He said as Translucent actually begins to cry.

Translucent: Oh, please don't kill me. I'll do anything. I-I-I-I'll tell you about A-Train. That's what those two want, right? I-I-I-I don't know where A-Train was going that day he killed those two, okay, but I know where he was coming from.

Hughie: What? Where?

Translucent: Popclaw's. He fucking loves her. He doesn't think anybody knows, but I do. I know a lot of things, he's there every night.

He said as Frenchie noticed something outside the room as he went to check it out.

Izuku: Popclaw? She's one of the less popular heroes with the bone spikes coming out of her wrists.

Butcher: Yeah, a real D-Lister.

Translucent: If anyone knows what A-Train was doing, it's Popclaw. But that's all I know about that, I swear to God. I'll tell you anything else you want. Just ask. Just . . . ask anything.

Butcher: Now, normally, that would be just what the doctor ordered. But unfortunately for you . . . we're out of time.

Translucent: No . . . no! Please! Listen, I know shit! Dark shit! All the way to the top!

He continued to yell as they leave the room and close the door behind them.

Butcher was about to detonate the bomb until he was interrupted.

Frenchie: Butcher! A moment, s'il vous plait.

He said as Butcher walked over as they all checked the cameras Frenchie installed. They see something flying through the air with great speed.

Hughie: What is that?

Butcher: Homelander.

Izuku: W-What?!

Hughie: Homelander's here?! Oh shit . . . oh shit!

Izuku: He could see us . . . guys, he has x-ray vision he's probably using it to see through the roof!

Frenchie: Not to mention super hearing, you detonate that bomb and he'll hear it.

Translucent could only see Hughie through the small window in the door as he mouthed a name he knows too well.

Translucent: Homelander . . .

Butcher: We got to throw him off the scent.

Hughie: How?

Butcher: Pittsburgh.

Frenchie: Oh, you can't be serious, huh? Do you know how much this will cost me?

Butcher: Put it on the tab.

Izuku: Wait, what does Pittsburgh mean?

Butcher: Don't worry 'bout it, you two just stay put and keep an eye on the invisible cunt!

He said as he leaves the building with Frenchie as they go to their black van.

Butcher: Where is it?

Frenchie: Back door panel.

He said as Butcher gets in the back of the van while Frenchie sits in the driver's seat and dials a number on his phone.

At Frenchie's place, Cherie's phone rings as she picks it up.

Cherie: Hello?

Frenchie: Cherie. It's a burn.

Cherie: You're joking. Now?

Frenchie: No joke, I'm afraid.

Cherie: Fine. I'll be ready in three.

Butcher: Frenchie I'm getting shit reception here.

Frenchie: Well figure it the fuck out, huh?

Meanwhile, Translucent picks up the now empty cup Izuku gave him, pissed in it and splashed his urine onto the jumbo cables, shorting out the electricity and opening the cage as he got out.

Homelander had just arrived, knocking on the van window to Frenchie's surprise. He played it cool as he rolls down his window.

Homelander: Evening.

Frenchie: Holy shit. You're the Homelander. I am talking to the Homelander.

Homelander: Mhm. Sir, I'm gonna need to see some ID.

Translucent opens the room door which shocks Izuku and Hughie.

The teen raises his fists, channeling his power throughout his body while Hughie holds the detonator in his hands.

Hughie: Get the fuck back in there!

Translucent: Just take it easy, okay?

Homelander: So what are you doing out here?

Frenchie: This is my place. I'm, uh, opening a Fogo de Chao. You know what a churrascaria is?

Homelander: Yeah. It's a Brazilian steakhouse. Sir, I need to see in the back of the van.

Frenchie: No offense, but you got a warrant or something?

Homelander smiles.

Homelander: Well, if you got nothing back there, then you have nothing to worry about, right?

Hughie: Please get back in the cage.

Izuku: Hughie, don't push that button! Homelander will hear it and kill us!

Translucent: Listen to the kid, Hughie.

Homelander uses his x-ray vision to see the inside of the van.

Thankfully, Butcher snuck his way out and is currently hiding behind a dumpster.

Translucent: Just think about this. Even if Homelander doesn't find you guys, if you kill me, Vought will never stop looking for you. You'll have to look over your shoulders for the rest of your lives until they find you, which they will.

Butcher presses a button of a device just in time as Cherie exits her pace just before bombs are set off.

Homelander turns, having heard the explosion with his super hearing.

Frenchie: Is there a problem, sir?

He says before Homelander takes off.

Butcher and Frenchie let out a sigh of relief, thankful that Homelander left.

Translucent: Look, you let me go and you'll be the heroes that saved Translucent. It's not too late. You can still go home, Hughie. Live a normal life. And you, Izuku, when Vought finds out a super powered teen saved a member of The Seven . . . they'll take you in, you can be a hero like you've always dreamed of and you can have everything you'll ever need, anything you'll ever want . . .

He said before Hughie puts the detonator's safety on and Izuku lowers his fists.

Translucent: I knew you'd do the right thing.

He said as he starts to walk away, turning invisible as Izuku and Hughie look at him.

Izuku clenched his fist as it shakes but Hughie makes the first move as he detonates the bomb, killing Translucent as his entire body got blown the bits.

His blood and guts were everywhere as blood splashed their faces.

Izuku wanted to do it himself, despite the hesitation.

He wasn't even sure if Hughie would pull the trigger, yet here they were, having killed not just any superhero, but a member of The Seven as Hughie drops the detonator to the floor.

-To be continued-

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