Stillwell's

In light of everything you had going on from Klara having a baby, Starlight having a baby, and Homelander being a baby, the fact that Stillwell died kinda slipped your mind.

Or maybe it wasn't really that important to you anyways, after all, you didn't need to make a play for her position, you were literally the most qualified person for the job. It was just a matter of time...

Which is why when you showed up one day only to find some ginger haired girl setting up shop in Madelyn's office, you felt the need to question it.

"Hi, hello, um, just wanted to drop by and ask, 'What the fuck'? Who are you, and what are you doing in this office?" You asked forcefully.

"Oh, I'm Ashley, I'm the new VP of Super-"

"Yeah, yeah Red, the question was rhetorical. What I meant was, I've never seen an Ashley, I don't know an Ashley, so why is Ashley filling the job that should be mine? You're literally not qualified for this job." You hissed.

"Um, I don't know sir, but I assure you I am more than qualified for this. I've been well trained to keep our Supes happy and polling high on the charts." Ashley tried to assure you, but it didn't help.

"Really, you think just because you can keep the Supes happy, this job'll be a breeze? Keeping them happy isn't even that difficult, you just let them do whatever the fuck they want! ****, hookers, cleaning up the dead hookers after they inevitably explode, that's Day 1 stuff! Keeping them from self-destructing is leagues harder than that, and you have no clue what you're doing! Tell me, if A-Train wants to juice up before a race, you going to help him out, get the **** for him, hold his arm steady while he pumps himself full?" You yelled.

"Well, given that A-Train is in a coma right now..." Ashley trailed off.

"A coma, since when? Does no one around here think telling the doctor that one of the Seven is in a coma was a good idea?!" You complained, brushing past Ashley as you through yourself on a couch.

"Fine then, Black Noir... Noir is actually decently adjusted and never asks for anything so he should be okay. You catch Maeve on one of her benders, clam slamming some lady, you going to let her keep going, maybe comfort her when she's hungover, or help her when the public figures out that she's into girls, the marketing team wants to 'rebrand' into Brave Mave." You queried, already seeing Ashley's head steaming.

"How about if sweet Annie Starlight turns up knocked up with some rando's bastard kid, that'd ruin her good girl image, but kicking her out of the Seven for getting pregnant would drop every union, labor, and Congressman on our head. They'd be cancelling weekend trips to Majorca with their vapid slam pieces and have you made the poster girl for discrimination." You pointed out as Ashley fell back into a chair.

"Or how about if our newest addition to the family, Stormfront gets caught on camera committing hate crimes and racial slurs. That wouldn't just bring down God's wrath on your head, there would be protests nonstop outside our gates, and I can tell you what Mr. Edgar will say, and the better choice would be taking a swan dive out of his personal office on the 99th floor." You revealed as Ashley looked almost terrified as you got up and made you way out of the room.

"So, congrats on the promotion." You said, slamming the door behind you hard enough to shatter the wood.

"She's not even hot, I have abysmally low... well that's a blatant lie, but I wouldn't even rage fuck her! How did she get that job, I know it wasn't on merit, and it wasn't on sucking dick, not with those looks?" You ranted as you stormed down the hall.

You briefly considered hunting down Klara for a quickie or three, but she still wasn't speaking to you after the whole 'accidentally fixed your eggs and then knocked you up' problem.

Pulling up her livestream showed her at a fake military base, meeting Homelander and Mave in person 'for the first time'

"Wow, your eyes are really blue up close." She pointed out as you smirked.

You expected a degree of jealousy at her so obviously flirting with Homelander, but it didn't bother you, despite her rhetoric about the Ubermensch, you were the better specimen. Stronger, smarter, the father of her children, as much as she regretted that, you bet she would've loved having her eggs whitewashed by Homelander, you couldn't wait for her to hear about Ryan.

Despite her being a pretty devout Nazi, she was a wife and mother first, and you could already see the way she hesitantly rubbed her stomach. She probably missed her daughter Chloe; God only knows that having her daughter die of Alzheimer's while she still looked like a virile young woman only further snapped her deranged psyche.

As you remembered something else you'd forgotten about, you wondered if there may be a way to help calm her back down...