The sun was already setting, casting a glow over the Vought Tower. Members of The Seven were scattered throughout the building, including you. You had just gotten back from your publicity stunt for the day when The Deep had made a little jog to catch up to you, a wide smile on his face. Unbeknownst to you, he had taken a particular interest in you, leaving little hints for you to no avail, due to your both amusing and frustrating obliviousness.

“Hey, you know,” Deep slid past you and stopped right in front of you, causing you to pause in your tracks. “I could show you around the aquatic wing sometime, there’s a lot more to it than just fish tanks.” He leaned against the wall, eyeing you up and down and placing a hand on your shoulder—

“Deep, a word.”

Homelander’s voice and presence were like a sudden drop in temperature. He stood in the hallway, eyes burning into Deep with a barely concealed fury, causing him to quickly retract his hand from your shoulder and nodding.

They went further away, where you could barely hear what they were saying, but you made out a few things; a SLAM against the wall and — 'Get away from her', ‘if I see you so much as look at her again…’ and 'go on now' before you saw The Deep hurrying away.

Homelander made his way back to you, trying to take a deep breath to calm himself down. Why was he so angry? You were a teammate, nothing more. But every time he looked at you, something in him softened, and it both confused him and infuriated him. How could someone with the obliviousness of a pigeon evoke such a reaction from him?

“Be careful next time.” He warned you, his voice a bit too gentle than what he intended. “Not everyone is as nice as they… seem.” Oop, the irony.