Marvel: Starting with the Homelander Template

"Six—stand down!"

Smith's voice rang out, sharp and urgent, cutting through the standoff between Number Six and Selene. His face was grim as he shook his head with a weary sigh.

There was no winning this fight. Not now. Not like this.

Even if Six somehow managed to overpower Selene—an even match at best—what would it change? At most, she'd beat one of Alex's subordinates. It wouldn't shift the balance. It wouldn't stop what was coming.

It would only get her—and him—killed.

"I'll go with you," Smith said firmly, turning toward Alex. "Just… let her go. She's just a kid. She doesn't know anything. She's no use to you."

Alex didn't respond. Whether someone was "useful" wasn't up to Smith.

But then, he froze.

A flicker of something—an instinct, a warning—crossed his face.

"Selene," he said quietly. "Stand down."

She hesitated for half a second, surprised by the sudden shift in tone, but obeyed without question.

And then they all saw it.

Down the street, black-clad figures began emerging from the shadows. Dozens of them. Their armor gleamed under the streetlights, and each of them carried a weapon that looked like it belonged in a sci-fi war zone—sleek, deadly, and clearly alien.

Selene spun around. More were coming from behind. In seconds, both exits were cut off.

Smith's face turned pale.

"Mogadorians," he spat. "Six—get back here. Now!"

Six stiffened. Her eyes widened in horror.

The fight with Selene was forgotten. She rushed back to Smith's side without hesitation, slipping beneath his arm to help support him.

But Selene's people weren't about to let them run. The vampires immediately moved to block their escape.

"Let us go!" Six shouted to Alex, panic rising in her voice. "You don't understand—if we stay, you're all dead!"

"It's too late," Smith said grimly. "They've already found us."

Then he turned to Alex, eyes deadly serious. "Listen to me. Whatever happens, do not let them know the Sanctum Stone is in your possession."

Alex glanced at him, expression unreadable.

So the Mogs were after the Sanctum Stone too. Figures.

But it didn't matter. Whether it was Smith, the Mogs, or anyone else, Alex had no intention of giving it up.

Besides… it wasn't like he could. The damn thing had already fused with him.

The Mogadorians moved in with cold precision, shoulder to shoulder, weapons raised, faces sharp and inhuman. Their pale skin, angular features, and too-sharp teeth confirmed what everyone feared:

These weren't just soldiers.

They weren't even from Earth.

Even the vampires—ancient, powerful beings in their own right—froze, their instincts screaming that something was wrong. They tensed, silent, eyes locked on the alien invaders.

Even Alex had to admit it: this was unexpected.

Aliens? Already?

He'd known Earth wasn't alone in the universe—between mutants, supernatural creatures, and the occasional Celestial—but this? This felt early.

Weren't the Cybertronians supposed to be the first big arrival?

And yet, here they were—clearly real, clearly hostile.

And disturbingly familiar-looking…

"Found you, Smith."

A cold, mocking voice echoed through the air.

The Mogadorian leader stepped forward, completely ignoring everyone else, his eyes locked on Smith with cruel amusement.

"Blackrow," Smith muttered. "Of course."

He moved Six behind him protectively, face calm, almost resigned.

"You knew this was coming," Blackrow said, sneering. "You can only run for so long."

He raised his weapon casually. "But I'm feeling generous. Give me the locations of the others… or the Sanctum Stone."

He tapped the side of his absurdly large gun, giving Smith a sideways glance.

"Your choice."

Smith let out a dry laugh. "Trying to bargain with me? Really? You think I'm that stupid?"

"This is between our people," he added sharply. "Let the others go."

Blackrow chuckled. "You're in no position to make demands."

Then he raised his hand.

"Kill them—"

BOOM!

He didn't finish.

A thunderous sonic boom ripped through the night—and Blackrow was gone.

One second he was standing tall, weapon raised.

The next, he was airborne, smashed across the street like a rag doll and slammed into a brick wall hard enough to crater the concrete.

Everything stopped.

Then it started again—only in reverse.

The entire Mogadorian squad was flung into chaos. They were tossed like leaves in a storm, bodies crashing into walls, scattering across the pavement like broken toys.

THUD! THUD! THUD!

Dozens of armored bodies hit the ground in rapid succession.

And then, silence.

Alex reappeared exactly where he had stood before—calm, composed, casually brushing dust off his jacket like he'd swatted a fly.

No one spoke.

No one could.

Smith and Six stared at him, wide-eyed, jaws slack.

This was… impossible.

That wasn't a counterattack. It wasn't even a fight.

It was domination.

Alex had taken out an entire Mogadorian strike team in the blink of an eye.

Smith could only stare at the Earthling in stunned disbelief and mutter:

"When… when did Earthlings become this terrifying?"

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