Marvel: God of Spotlight, The Homelander

New York.

America fell out of the star-shaped Portal.

She immediately felt a piercing cold wind scraping across her cheeks like a knife.

Below was a super metropolis lined with tall buildings, and the densely packed skyscrapers looked like tiny matchboxes in her vision.

The sudden sense of weightlessness made her heart almost stop.

"Ahhhhh—!"

America let out a panicked scream.

The fierce wind poured into her mouth, distorting her cheeks out of shape, and her body rolled uncontrollably in the air.

She was going to die.

She would definitely die.

Falling from this height would instantly turn her into a puddle of flesh and mud.

"Portal! Open the Portal quickly!"

America waved her arms wildly in mid-air, trying to trigger her power once again.

But unfortunately, nothing happened.

Gravity pulled her down mercilessly, and the ground was getting closer and closer.

She began to despair.

She didn’t understand why her ability had failed.

Watching the ground getting closer and closer—three hundred meters, two hundred meters, one hundred meters...

America gave up struggling, closed her eyes unwillingly, and waited for the ending of being smashed to pieces.

However, the expected excruciating pain of bones and flesh shattering did not come.

Her mind went blank, and she only felt herself fall into a solid and warm embrace.

The kinetic energy of the fall was neutralized by an invisible force, and she didn’t even feel a trace of turbulence.

After a few seconds, she dared to carefully open her eyes.

Reflected in her eyes was a sharply contoured and handsome face.

The golden slicked-back hair was combed meticulously, shining brightly in the sunlight.

The corners of his mouth overflowed with a smile full of a sense of security and radiating charming appeal.

That’s right, it was Homelander himself.

Looking at the shaken young girl in his arms, his face immediately switched to the heartthrob version 2.0 expression.

"Hey, relax, girl. If you just wanted a hug, you didn’t have to jump down from thirty thousand feet," Homelander said, "Just saying ’I’m your fan’ would have been enough."

In fact, at the very moment America descended,

Homelander, who was engaged in intimate combat with Jessica in the Vought Tower executive suite, had already sensed the abnormal spatial reaction.

To prevent unknown intruders from escaping, he took a step ahead to use the power of the Space Stone to completely seal off that space.

This was also the reason why America’s Portal could not be opened again.

Then Homelander quickly resolved the battle in two or three minutes, and amidst Jessica’s "resentful" gaze, he quickly put on his uniform and came here.

He caught America before she fell.

At this time, America’s heartbeat accelerated again, but this time it wasn’t because of fright.

She was about to open her mouth to say thank you to this handsome savior.

Suddenly, she noticed that Homelander’s smile froze, and then he furrowed his brow slightly.

And Homelander’s frown wasn’t because of any emergency or enemy attack.

The reason was very simple.

It was simply because the hand Homelander was using to support the girl’s thighs felt a wave of warm dampness.

A gust of cold wind blew past.

The coolness and Strange sensation coming from the inner thighs immediately made America realize what had happened.

Just now in the Sanctum, she had drunk too much Water at Strange’s place.

And the free fall from thousands of meters high, coupled with the despairing fear of death from being unable to open the Portal, caused her physical defenses to collapse.

Simply put, she peed her pants from fear.

The air seemed to freeze.

"Ah—"

America’s emotions instantly collapsed.

She let out a scream a hundred times sharper than when she was in free fall earlier.

She covered her face tightly with both hands, buried her head straight into Homelander’s solid pectoral muscles, and didn’t dare to look at him.

Homelander endured the discomfort of throwing her down, but in his heart, he had already cursed the eighteen generations of the culprit’s ancestors.

Looking down at America, who buried her face and remained silent, he shook his head helplessly.

Then he sped across the sky of New York with America.

America shrank in Homelander’s arms like a frightened quail.

Her only wish right now was that her superpowers would take effect immediately and right now.

To teleport her into the darkest black hole in the Universe and never see people again.

On the other hand, Homelander was expressionless, and even the frequency of his breathing didn’t change at all, as if nothing unusual had happened.

But his flight speed was obviously three times faster than his usual cruising speed.

A moment later, Homelander landed on a spacious open-air balcony.

This was Skye’s apartment.

Jessica’s side had just ended a fierce hand-to-hand combat match, and the executive suite of Vought Tower was in a mess, obviously not suitable to bring a young girl over.

So Skye’s place was currently the best choice.

Hearing the noise coming from the balcony, Skye turned her head to look.

Finding that it was Homelander, she walked over quickly and pulled open the glass door.

She showed a brilliant smile at Homelander, and then her gaze fell on the huddled young girl in his arms.

"Good evening, Skye," Homelander greeted with a smile.

"Anthony? What’s going on..." Skye said with a puzzled face, quickly stepping aside to clear the passage.

"Ran into a little unexpected situation," Homelander stepped inside.

At this time, another person was sitting on the sofa in the living room, a red-haired woman.

Natasha Romanoff.

This Black Widow was still wearing her iconic black tight suit, and seeing Homelander walking in with this styling, her eyes were brimming with amusement.

"Whoa," Natasha curved the corners of her mouth and teased, "I really didn’t expect it, Homelander. I thought you were only interested in mature women? Now you don’t even let go of young girls? Has this kid graduated from high school?"

Skye gave her an annoyed sideways glance: "Don’t say that, Natasha. If you talk nonsense again, I won’t help you crack those encrypted files."

Natasha raised her hands in a surrender gesture and chuckled: "Alright, alright. Anthony is a good man who keeps himself clean, is that okay? At least he’s much better than that playboy Tony Stark."

Speaking of this, Natasha’s nose suddenly twitched slightly.

"Wait..." Natasha’s gaze swept over America, "What is this smell? It smells like..."

Hearing these words, America’s body suddenly trembled, her head buried even lower, and the whole person was dying of shame and anger.

Homelander sighed softly and put America down.

"Alright, Natasha, say less." Homelander looked at Skye. "Skye, take this girl to the bathroom for a shower. By the way, find her a set of clean clothes."

Skye was a smart girl and instantly saw America’s embarrassment.

Without asking another word, she stepped forward immediately and gently hugged the girl’s shoulders.

"Come with me, honey. The bathroom is over there."

Feeling as if granted amnesty, America kept her head down all the way and ran-walked into the bathroom following Skye.

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