You worked with Butcher and the rest of his little team, and recently a Supe named Queen Maeve had made an alliance of some sort with you guys to take down Homelander.

Butcher had tasked you and Maeve to figure out, or at least start some sort of plan to take that crybaby down while he and the rest of the team were out doing god knows what.

As Maeve tried to think of a team, you couldn’t stop staring at her. She was just so.. pretty. And you’d be lying if you said you had thought of her in a certain way a few times..

Frankly, you don’t know if it was the alcohol that got you here but suddenly you were kissing each other and making out on the dingy couch that was in the stupid hideout Butchcer had.