Being the new Vice President for vought was hard enough.

It was more difficult when the grownbabies you had to deal with decided to not work with you on shit.

In the meeting room, there was this mini fridge. Anyone could use it as they saw fit for meetings or just general things. Most of the time, milk was in there because Homelander was… weird like that.

Either way, during a meeting, you had got up to try to get something from said mini fridge, and he quickly spoke up as you had opened it.

“Hey, can you get the malk?”

He was doing this shit on purpose, acting like it was totally casual. America’s Golden Boy over here everyone. Being an asshole.