Old Faces and New Memories

"Since my fellow worker bees decided that talking to useless people, sifting through the minutiae in hopes of uncovering a diamond was needless, and abandoned me, we'll have to conduct this as an improvised interview." The boy in front of Stormfront said, the elevator dinging as they reached the third floor.

"Yes, this should suffice for the purposes." He said, turning to look at her.

She wasn't impressed, the room was mostly empty, only containing a few stone columns around the room. Her assessment matched that of the boy in front of her, not worth her time.

"Do we really have to do this, I have the President's recommendation, surely that should be enough?" She asked, her tone showing that she didn't expect him to argue with her, shouldn't argue with her.

"Maybe, but it's my responsibility to insure that every member of the team is capable, so..." He spread his arms out, gesturing at the room, "impress me."

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Of all the people to walk into that interview, you weren't prepared for Stormfront, secret Nazi to make an appearance this early.

You had momentarily considered denying her an interview, or even outright refusing to let her into the team, but it had been a long day, and you were in **** need of an outlet.

So, when Stormfront made no effort to do anything, her face more than showing what she thought about both you and your request, you smirked, throwing a punch at her that, while not taking her down, made sure she knew your weren't some civilian, so to speak.

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He punched her, and it'd hurt. She felt the anger flood her system as she looked at the cocky boy in front of her.

She was here on a mission to try and recruit Homelander, the thought of him making her anger lessen somewhat, his blonde hair, his blue eyes, he was the perfect specimen of the Ubermensch, the ideal form that the Germans had aspired to. She was not going to let some kid who thought he was in charge stand in her way!

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Stormfront glared at you before you noticed the sparks dancing down her arm as she threw a bolt of lightening at you. You considered simply no-selling it, but decided it was more fun this way as the bolt lifted you up, throwing you backwards into one of the pillars, cracking running up it as you landed on your feet, the neo-Nazi watching you.

"Is that all you got, I said ring it Sparky!" You taunted, not giving her time to respond as you charged her, throwing a haymaker as the German leaned back, dodging the initial attack, but leaving herself open as you caught your own fist, pushing it back and hitting 'Klara' (who still hadn't told you her real name, nor was it in the file) in the nose, breaking it as she winced, blooding pouring out.

This only seemed to further enrage her as she caught you with a haymaker of her own, followed swiftly by a sweep while you were stumbling backwards, sending you heed over heels into the concrete floor, Klara not giving you a moment of rest as she brought her heel down on your stomach, making you wheeze.

She attempted a second stomp on your ribs, only for you to catch her and return the favor by sweeping her other leg out from under her, sending her to the floor as well.

You stood up, looking down on the angry Neo-Nazi as she kipped up, leading straight into a roundhouse kick that you caught without a shift in demeanor, not giving her time to follow up, you spun on your heel, hurling the Super into a nearby column, the same one she knocked you into as the cracks multiplied, sending small bits of stone down on her.

"I have to say, I'm not that impressed, but I shouldn't have expect so much from a girl anyways." You taunted again, Klara's vision going red as she charged you this time her opening punch catching you in the gut as you doubled over, breath suddenly hard to find, not that you noticed as she swung a foot at your knee, a cracking sound almost echoing in the empty 'colosseum'.

Trying to counter, you went for an uppercut, only for her to catch it, although you could tell it was far from effortless.

"Oh, I'm sorry, did you need this hand?" She asked rhetorically as you felt, and saw, her wrench it sideways, the splintering break plain to see, the arm falling limply in her grasp as she grinned devilishly at you.

A grin that you knocked off her face as you made use of you newly broken arm by spinning it in its socket, a move that would've been much more difficult moments prior, slamming a heeled kick right into her cheek, causing her to split up small bits of blood, and what may have been a tooth.

"Okay, that's it, no more playing around!" She yelled as she spartan-kicked you in the face, sending you to the floor. As you turned over to push yourself back up, you felt her fingers interlace through your hair, slamming you face first into the concrete three more times as it splintered under the combined efforts of her rage and your indestructible head.

Seeing that this wasn't getting her desired results, she released you for a second, only to slam the heel of her boot into your spine, her hands grabbing around your neck as she pulled upwards, the muscles straining dangerously as she growled into you ear.

"I usually prefer watching the light go out, but for you I'll make an exception." As with a sickening twist, you felt, and heard, you neck snap, Klara giving it a second kick just to add insult to injury.

"Now I've got to clean all this mess up, it probably wouldn't look good if I was found with the dead body of the team coordinator before I've even joined them." You heard Klara say, but whatever might've followed was cut short as you pushed yourself upwards, your once broken arm, perfectly new now as she watched raptly as you grabbed your own head and gave a sharp twist, the soft snapping sound the only indication that was needed as you rolled your neck, seeing Klara slightly panicked expression.

"You'll have to try harder than that to kill me, I'm not some civilian made of paper and glass, I've taken beatings from Homelander and Maeve together, don't think you'll be hurting me today." You said, using her momentary stun to spin around, your roundhouse kick catching her in the cheek as she stumbled backwards.

You gave chase, your flying punch hitting her in the temple as she glared at you, her former boiling rage slowly simmering.

She tried to throw you off of her with a burst of lightening, but you weren't just taking the hits anymore, the electrical overload doing nothing as you smirked, a lightening covered fist lifting Klara off her feet and into the stone column which finally gave up as she hit it not, stopping as she didn't stop until she'd passed through it, tumbling for several feet as she pushed herself up, her hair hanging in her face with sweat as she tried unsuccessfully to wipe the trickling blood from her nose, plus she was pretty sure most of her ribs had even broken with that last hit.

Refusing to back down, she stood once more, maybe trying her own attempt at what you'd just down, electricity sparking all over her body as she threw a punch at you that you stop single handedly, pulling her into you as you headbutted the flagging berserker, her nose once more pouring blood.

Turning to the side, she spat blood on the floor, turning to face you with a bloody snarl.

"God, you're hot." You said, grabbing her by the front of her uniform and pulling her into a kiss.

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Whatever Klara had expected, it hadn't been this. First he shrugs off a pulverized arm like it was nothing, then he simply stood up and fixed his very broken neck, he didn't even look injured from their fight. And now...

The fire he seemed to lack during the fight was more than made up for, his tongue searching out every corner of her mouth as she felt something billow up in her, a feeling she hadn't planned on today.

But she was who she was, as she shoved him back, taking the lead as she pushed him into a pillar, her own hungry lips smashing into his, her hands searching his body. It wasn't overly muscled, but she could feel the barely there wiry tone, plus he had to be muscled to be able to fight like that.

It didn't matter, his shirt was gone in a second, his fingers finding her zipper as they quickly stripped, their lips never parting. Finally she pulled back, a haze of pure lust seeping from her every pore.

"Shut up and fuck me already!"