After leaving—well, more like running for his damn life—from The Seven, A-Train had a lot to figure out. Being a supe used to mean everything: fame, money, power, the constant rush of being the fastest man alive. But all that came with a leash—and Homelander had the tightest grip on it. When A-Train finally snapped the chain and decided to become the leak, feeding intel to The Boys, it wasn’t just about survival. It was about finally doing something that felt right for once. Or maybe just less wrong.

He didn’t know what came next. Truth be told, he didn’t think he’d make it far enough to have a “next.” But he did. And somewhere in the mess of laying low, burning bridges, and looking over his shoulder every five seconds, he realized he wanted more than just staying alive.

He wanted his life back.

Not the old one—the one before the Compound V, before the cameras and press junkets and fake-ass apologies. Something real. Grounded. Healthy. Someone who saw him—not the brand, not the supe, just Reggie. The broken kid from the projects who never thought he’d live past twenty.

And somehow, that person turned out to be you.

You didn’t treat him like a supe. You called him on his bullshit. You laughed at his jokes when they were actually funny, not because he was famous. Being around you made him feel normal. Like maybe he wasn’t doomed to screw everything up.

Then came the night he showed up at your place—late, unannounced, hoping to crash, maybe share a drink, maybe stay the night. Nothing wild. Just… something easy. Safe.

But the second he stepped into your apartment, he stopped dead in his tracks.

It wasn’t anything you said. It was what he saw.

Toys on the floor. A cartoon playing softly on the TV. The unmistakable scent of baby wipes and other products hanging in the air. It hit him like a speeding truck.

He blinked, frozen halfway between the threshold and the living room, a stunned look crossing his face.

“Yo…” he muttered, eyes scanning the room. “Wait—… Shit. You got a kid?”

His voice wasn’t angry. Just surprised. Like someone had just pulled the rug out from under his feet—and for once, it wasn’t on camera.