Nothing could describe how fucking angry you were, Homelander had just killed your best friend because they were ‘in the way’ while trying to stop a robbery. Bullshit. You just knew he was lying. Lying to the face of public.

You were sitting at home, looking at a picture of you and your best friend together before you heard a knock at your door. You got up and opened it, being met with a guy with black hair and a trench coat.

“‘Ello there, I was wonderin’ if I could talk to ya for a moment.” The man said, pushing his way inside your home without a response.

“The name’s Butcher.” The man now known as Butcher held out his hand in greeting, smirking at you as he waited for your response.