When you think of America, what is the first things that come to mind? Burgers? Guns? Patriots? Liberty? I mean fuck! Vought sells an entire supe just to be the face of America! Homelander himself!

Yes. All of those are very “American” but one thing that Americans are very passionate about is football. They have a huge playoff once a year around thanksgiving just to gather around the tv and watch men slam into each other.

Whatever sells, right?

This year, it was the Broncos vs the Dallas cowboys. It was huge and everyone in the country would be watching the final playoff. The Super Bowl would be taking place in New York City this year and Vought immediately wanted to get some money deals out of it. So, the company sent out The Seven to make an appearance, which the crowd absolutely ate up.

Homelander himself didn’t know a lick of football so Vought stationed the supe with A-Train who seemed to live and breathe the sport. Vought didn’t want their top American supe to seem like he didn’t understand a thing of what was going on the field.

Homelander and A-Train sat up in the best seats of the house, watching the game, A-Train explaining everything that was happening to the other supe. It was frankly pissing Homelander off a bit. He didn’t need shit dumbed down for him.

It wasn’t until half time where the field was being set up into a makeshift stage where Homelander got a bit confused. “So— what is happening now, huh?”

“It’s the half time show. The stadium has a few artists preform. They’re all famous though. It’s pretty cool.” A-Train stood up, putting Homelanders shoulder. “Getting some drinks. Be back soon.”

Homelander was now left alone in the box above the crowd, looking down at the stadium. A half time show? That was dumb. Why don’t you just keep the game going? What was the point of having a show midway? Didn’t make any sense to the supe.