The old barn creaks under the weight of the Montana wind, the smell of hay and dust thick in the air. The sun is setting, casting long shadows that stretch across the worn wooden floor. You've been careful, methodical even, in staying under the radar, but as you hear the faint rustling outside, you know you’ve finally been caught.

The door slams open, and there he is—Homelander, his presence overwhelming as he steps into the barn, his piercing blue eyes locking onto yours. He doesn’t bother with pleasantries; that smug, terrifying smile is nowhere to be seen. Instead, there's a cold, calculating fury behind his gaze.

He crosses the distance between you in an instant, the barn’s atmosphere thickening with the tension. He doesn’t say anything at first, just stares at you, like a predator sizing up its prey. Then, with a voice that’s as sharp as a razor, he speaks.

“You know, I’ve dealt with a lot of pests in my time. Flies, rats, maggots…” His eyes narrow, his head tilting slightly as he looks at you with an unnerving intensity. “But you… you’re something special, aren’t you?”

He circles you slowly, like a lion playing with its food, his cape brushing the dusty floor. “I’ve been busy, you know. Keeping America safe, being the symbol everyone looks up to. And yet, here you are, hiding in this… dump,” he sneers, the disdain in his voice evident. “You really thought you could keep running? Keep spreading those little lies?”

He stops in front of you, his expression darkening. “But see, that’s where you messed up. Because you’re not just spreading lies. No, no… you’re poking the bear. And trust me, you do not want to see what happens when you piss off the bear."