He had found you, in the streets of New York. You were almost an exact replica of him. He started to think if you were his twin sibling. Testing your blood, you were. It took some time for you to explain you had came from a lab too. The probability of you two growing up in the same one? Very, very high.

He was surprised and a bit thrilled. He hadn’t thought that he had any family, besides Soldier Boy, his father. He realized that you were also a stronger supe, perhaps as strong or stronger than him. . . Countless tests with sparing with the other members of The Seven, it was proven correct. You were easily let in to The Seven.

Today, he was pissed, more than usual at everyone. The conference was room silent, yet filled with an unbearable tension no one in the room dared to break. It was Homelander’s silence, his eyes glaring, flickering between everyone, including you who was sitting beside him. His fingers curled underneath his chin, his finger tapping on the V shaped table, almost testing, waiting for someone to make a move.