Chapter 591: Grandpa Soldier Boy

Chapter 591: Grandpa Soldier Boy

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Soldier Boy, still seething with anger from from last nights lose, and annoyed by Peter's taunting greeting, was on the verge of charging towards him when, in a blink, Peter appeared right in front of him. A hand casually landed on Soldier Boy's shoulder, and a sudden, overwhelming force pressed down on him, threatening to buckle his knees.

His muscles strained against the invisible burden as Soldier Boy found himself frozen in place, powerless to resist the weight that bore down on him. The intense pressure radiated from Peter's touch, leaving Soldier Boy gritting his teeth against the pain.

As Peter's face loomed in front of him, Soldier Boy could see that demonic grin etched across his features. It was a sinister smile that hinted at the agony promised if he dared to challenge the mysterious man before him. Peter leaned in, his voice dripping with a deceptive sweetness, "Best behavior, Soldier Boy, or you might find yourself in the company of Homelander, Translucent, and Stormfront in the afterlife."

Soldier Boy, unable to speak, shot a glare at Peter, his eyes conveying a mixture of defiance and understanding. Peter, satisfied that his point was made, withdrew his hand, relieving Soldier Boy of the crushing force. The worn out superhero slumped against the doorframe, gasping for breath, grateful to be released from Peter's oppressive hold.

Ignoring Soldier Boy's recovery, Peter pivoted and snapped his fingers, a gesture that erased the military-style obstacle course from existence. The backyard transformed, leaving no trace of the challenging trials that had just occupied the space moments ago.

Ryan, still standing beside Black Noir, watched in awe as the backyard returned to its serene state. The magical display left him wondering just how powerful his new teacher really was?

Calling Ryan over, Peter gestured toward Soldier Boy, who was still catching his breath. "Ryan, meet Soldier Boy, your grandfather." L1tLagoon witnessed the first publication of this chapter on Ñøv€l--B1n.

The shock registered on Ryan's face as he stared up at Soldier Boy, realizing exactly who he was. After all, who didn't know the very first American Superhero? "Y-You're my grandpa?!"

Soldier Boy, just as shocked as his grandson, wanted to deny it and push the annoying kid away, but one look from Peter set him straight. "...yeah?" His voice carried a confused and reluctant tilt to it.

Peter, satisfied with Soldier Boys behavior this far, clapped Ryan on the back. "Go get cleaned up. Your grandpa and I will start on breakfast, so don't take too long or he might eat it all."

"Okay!" Ryan replied happily as he rushed up to Soldier Boy, wrapping him up in a quick hug.

Soldier Boy stood robotically as his 'grandson' suddenly hugged him, a scowl clear to see on his face. However, before he could even think of complaining, Ryan squeezed him a bit harder than he expected. "Ugh!" He groaned under the pressure of Ryan's uncontrolled power.

"See you soon, Grandpa!" Ryan yelled as he released Soldier Boy, rushing off into the house, unaware of the damage he did.

"How strong is that little sh*t?" Soldier Boy groaned as he held his midsection. "He almost broke my ribs..."

Soldier Boy eyed Peter cautiously, still wary of what he might do. Peter continued, "Let's start with your new explosive disability. Do you know why you suddenly exploded last night?"

"No..." He answered, his hand gripping into fists. Not only was exploding like that not one of his powers, he also couldn't seem to control it.

Peter nodded, expecting that answer. "Well, when you exploded like a very dangerous firework, I analyzed the energy that you were using. You've got a surplus of radioactive energy inside you, and it seems like your body has changed somehow to keep producing this energy."

As Peter detailed the potential dangers of his newfound ability, Soldier Boy listened, absorbing the information. A realization dawned on him, and he muttered under his breath, "Those damn Russian... they turned me into a walking nuke."

Peter nodded, acknowledging Soldier Boy's understanding. "Exactly. So, keep your emotions in check. Your little meltdown last night triggered the energy overload. As long as you can keep calm, you won't have to worry about exploding. After all, we don't want you going off like a suicide bomber, do we?"

Soldier Boy processed the gravity of the situation, realizing the extent of the experimentation that had been inflicted upon him. The weight of his own existence now felt more burdensome, a ticking time bomb of radioactive energy.

"Can it be fixed?" He suddenly asks.

"What? You don't want the power to blow up anyone who annoys you?" Peter asks back.

"No, I'd rather not risk blowing up in a crowded city..." Soldier Boy replied, frowning at Peter's idiotic question.

Smiling, Peter liked the answer he got. 'I guess he isn't a complete lost cause... At least not yet.' Thinking for a moment, Peter finally answered his question. "Sure, I can help you with the energy, but you're going to have to work for it."

"Fine..." Soldier Boy begrudgingly agreed. "What do you want?"

"You're going to help me train your grandson." Peter states, Hopi g to use this opportunity to change Soldier Boy for the better.

Reluctantly agreeing, Soldier Boy ventured to ask another pressing question. "What about that kid? Who is he really?"

Peter's expression shifted, his tone growing somber. "Ryan is Homelander's son. Homelander, being the piece of human trash that he was, r*ped Ryan's mother, Becca. And nine months later, Ryan was born." He explained before warning. "Of course, Ryan doesn't know who his real father is, so you'll have to keep that to yourself... or else..."

Soldier Boy's face twisted in a mixture of shock and disgust. Even for someone with his dubious past, the idea of r*ping someone crossed a line he couldn't fathom. "You know, I've done some pretty messed up sh•t in my time, but I've never forced myself on a woman. Even my old man wouldn't have done that, and he was an even bigger a•shole than me..."

As Soldier Boy grappled with the disturbing revelation, the kitchen door suddenly swung open. Billy and Becca Butcher entered, their eyes widening as they laid eyes on Soldier Boy and Black Noir.

On pure instinct, Billy stepped in front of Becca, a pistol materializing from his pants. "What the hell are these cunts doing here!?"

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