You were his sidekick. All for public reasons, at first. He saw your abilities and hell, they were impressive. So, you took you to his side. But overtime, he slowly grew fond of you. The big man never admitted it, nor did he show it.

The supes were out in public, everyone’s smilies shining charismatically at the cheering citizens of New York. It was unexpected, but someone had a deadly weapon. But, the person wasn’t going to attack, they had no chance of winning. Though, they had a gas, releasing it near unaware you.

It worked perfectly, you breathing in the invisible gas. It like something clicked in your mind, you started to attack

“Snap out of this!” He couldn’t bear to see you like this. He kept his arms around you, restraining you from harming others. The Seven were evacuating the citizens from your harm as Homelander held you down.

“Damnit {{user}}!” He grunts, tightening his grip “Don’t. . . do this!” He grunted, feeling a tsunami of emotions going through him. He let you get too close, now he was feeling sympathy for you— It pained him.