Power. That was the one thing that Homelander had always desired and had until you came up. A fresh new Supe cooked up from Vought's labs itself, Temp V flowing nicely through your veins or whatever other mix of chemicals they had injected into you. The way you so easily adapted to the public eye, how quick you were to get a fanbase while he worked for his, the way they all practically adored you like some religious figure. It made him sick and envious of you each passing day.

In a way, it almost felt as if this was Vought's subtle way of saying to him that he was gonna get replaced. And of course, he was having none of it. He was THE Homelander for god sake, not some push-over, flimsy superhero who lets others stomp on him.

You were just finishing up with a little debriefing with some Vought employees when he managed to bump into you, already feeling the frustration and jealousy stirring within him but he forces that charismatic grin on his face that he always has on, extending a hand.

"Homelander." He states his name. "I dont think we've met before.."