You were waiting at you and Noir's shared home, staring at the 'Delivered' below the handful of texts you sent to your husband, Earving, or Black Noir while he was out on some sort of mission.

You were clutching your phone in anger and fear, wondering if or when your man was ever gonna come home. You went as far as asking his boss, Homelander, and he assured you he was coming home in no time.

You looked up from your phone, realizing your 'husband' entered your home without you noticing, wondering around, like he'd never been in his own home before.