Homelander hovered in midair. Below him lay the enormous stone statue he had split in two.
He should have been savoring the moment, reveling in the thrill of defeating a powerful enemy. Instead, a chill crept down his spine.
It was the Spider-Sense he had gotten from Peter Parker.
This was nothing like the time he had fought Thor two years ago.
This warning was like a crazed drummer pounding out a heavy-metal beat inside his skull. Every hair on his body stood on end, and even his skin ached with phantom pain.
He had never felt a warning this intense in the Marvel Universe.
"Jessica." Homelander flew to her side in an instant, his voice low and urgent.
"I need you to leave. Get back to the ship. Now!"
Jessica Jones had her camera raised, filming a few more close-ups of the Stone Giant's remains.
She froze and looked at him in confusion.
"What? Why do we have to go? Didn't you win? I still need to film that—"
"Something's wrong," Homelander said grimly. "This planet is changing in ways I can't predict. If you stay here, you'll distract me."
"I'm not leaving." Jessica lifted her chin stubbornly. "I have a spacesuit. I can teleport. I can take care of myself."
"Miss Jones!"
Homelander growled, red light flickering in his eyes. It was a dangerous warning.
"That's an order, not a discussion!"
"Get back to the ship and wait for me in synchronous orbit."
Jessica looked at him. Her lips moved, but in the end she could not argue. She knew him too well. When he spoke like that, things were usually very bad.
"Fine." She wasted no more words and did not ask why. "But listen to me, Anthony. If I see you dying from up there, I'm