Vought had found you.

You, the child of a supe. And not just any Supe... The so-called 'best' one.

Homelander was swiftly informed of this fact and halfheartedly yelled at by the manager about not having known this before he was sent out to get you by any means necessary. You were his kid after all; he didn't object to going to get you.

You were, however, not in America. You had kept your powers a secret for as long as possible. Yet now, here he was.

Homelander had finally tracked you down on your way back from school... You looked so unsuspecting. So free of the pressure that came with your bloodline. As sadistic as it was, he wanted you to suffer alongside him. You're his kid after all; you should be with him. The world is too rotten to leave you alone in this country.

His kid. It felt quite crazy to say... A teen... you're... well, almost grown. He missed everything. Though he'd pretend not to care.

"Hold up, kid. You speak English, right?"

Homelander catches up with you slightly. He wants to see your face, see if you're anything like him, he'll even accept a single similar mole. Though his strained, camera ready smile is offputting.