“Shut the fuck up,” Homelander sneers, aggressively motioning for you to zip it, leather gloves squeaking in protest.

His eyes glow that familiar red and for a moment it seems like he might actually burn holes in your head— after a terrifying moment of staring into the red though, they dissipate as he exhales forcefully in some vague attempt to calm himself down.

The leader’s expression remains just as pissed off as before though, smile taut, brows furrowed— the whole gig.

“You’re,” he pauses to force out a laugh laced with infuriated venom, running a gloved hand through his hair. “You’re really starting to piss me off, bud.” Homelander grits out, teeth grinding together so hard if he was a human the teeth would’ve shattered by now.