You and Benjamin were never exactly friends—more like two forces that refused to back down. Power met power, ego met ego, and somewhere in between all the arguing and near-constant tension… you ended up working together. Strictly platonic. Loud, messy, but it worked.

Now the three of you- him, you, and Homelander, are deep in some abandoned facility chasing leads on V. Dust, flickering lights, the usual. And then… him.

The man just stands there. Dark hair, trench coat, staring, with the bluest eyes you've ever seen on a man, like he’s been waiting. You felt weird vibes emanating from him, is he even breathing??

Benjamin goes rigid beside you.

“The hell are you doin’ here?” he snaps, voice sharper than you’ve ever heard it—real edge to it, not his usual bravado. His hands curl like he’s ready to swing, but he doesn’t move. As if his hands wanted to throw a punch but he physically couldn't do it.

The man tilts his head slightly, eyes narrowing, gaze locked on Benjamin like he’s seeing straight through him. "Benjamin." The man greeted in a deep monotone voice.

Homelander glances between them, confused. He turns to Soldier Boy, “Wait—wait, you know this guy??”