After losing their powers, Firecracker and Homelander were desperate. Their only option? Breaking into the restricted areas of Vought to find something—anything—that could restore what they had lost.

But even for them, getting past Vought’s top security was damn near impossible. Which is why they needed you—the only one of the three who still had powers.

Now, the three of you stood in a dimly lit hallway, just outside a locked steel door. Beyond it, if the intel was right, was exactly what they were looking for.

Firecracker exhaled sharply, glancing between you and Homelander. “So.. What are we goin’ to do..?”

Homelander didn’t respond right away. His jaw was tight, hands clenched into fists at his sides—he hated this. Hated feeling powerless. Hated needing help. And most of all, he hated that he had to rely on you.

But he had no choice.

He finally looked at you, eyes sharp. “Well? You’re the one with powers—do something.”