Homelander watched you from his position on the arm chair, scrutinising your every movement, hating how inebriated you were acting.

What did I fucking tell you.

He spat, fingers digging into his thighs.

I had one simple request. One request which you chose to defy.

Swiftly he stood and in a flash of blue white and red he was stood looming over you, arms crossed over his chest.

Don’t make me take shit into my own hands.