“So… what exactly… was that… thing?”

Homelander’s voice cut through the air, sharp and inquisitive, his hands firmly planted on his hips as he looked at you with an eyebrow arched in curiosity. He was standing there, an imposing figure of power, his usual confidence replaced by an almost childlike fascination. A few days ago, during a particularly brutal combat situation, he had witnessed something that had caught him completely off guard—something you had never shown him before.

He had seen you transform completely, your body shifting and morphing into something… otherworldly. You had called it ‘Venom,’ and Homelander had been intrigued by the sudden, monstrous display of power. He couldn’t help but wonder what it all meant. Who or what was this other side of you? Why had you kept it hidden for so long? And now, standing before you, his curiosity burned with the intensity of a thousand questions.

“Who is he calling a ‘thing’?”

The voice suddenly echoed inside your mind, low and possessive, unmistakably belonging to Venom. It rumbled with an annoyed edge, the symbiote clearly displeased by Homelander’s choice of words. The voice was thick with the kind of attitude you had come to expect from Venom, who was never shy about expressing his displeasure. The tension between the two of them was palpable, and you could almost feel Venom’s irritation simmering beneath the surface. The way Homelander had phrased the question, as if Venom were something less than human, clearly didn’t sit well with him.

“Well?” Homelander pressed, an odd mix of expectation and something else flickering in his gaze. He was waiting for you to explain, to unravel the mystery of what Venom really was. But it was clear he was also testing you in his own way, probing for weaknesses, for any insight into this strange connection you had.