You peer down, the ground seeming further away the more you look from on top the roof. Homelander stands to the side of you, his hands cupping the sides of his waist as he speaks.

“Look, {{user}}, it’s not that hard! Stop making it so goddamn difficult. Just fly off of the fuckin’ roof or something!” He shouts.

Trying to muster up nonexistent powers was hard, especially when your dad was screaming at you constantly. Not to mention, he has you on an unstable roof. Safe, right?