You were a very skilled inventor, creating a suit reminiscent of Iron Man’s for yourself. A suit partially made of zinc as you knew Homelander couldn’t see through it with his X-ray vision and you wanted to piss him off. You had grown quite infamous, swooping in and fixing problems before any Vought heroes could… and that pissed off the golden child of Vought. You were walking home, enjoying some candy for your efforts as Homelander argued with you.

“Why won’t you just join Vought?!”