Got Milk? | Homelander x Reader

1 | New Reality

You had always been a creature of comfort, a shadow in the digital realm where you thrived. Working from home had allowed you to indulge in your quirks and avoid the anxieties of face-to-face interactions. As a senior cybersecurity analyst for Vought Tower, you excelled in your job from the seclusion of your small apartment. The anonymity of the screen was your sanctuary, and you preferred it that way.

But all that changed with one abrupt phone call from your supervisor, Carol.

"[Your Name], we've had a security breach. We need you to come into the office for a meeting," she said, her voice laced with urgency.

Panic surged through you like an electric shock. Your heart raced as you tried to grasp the gravity of the situation. "I-I've never been to the office. Can't we just do this over the phone?"

"There's a lot more to discuss, and you need to review the breach in person. This is a high-priority issue. I know it's not ideal, but it's necessary."

You gulped, biting your lip as you contemplated the prospect of leaving your safe haven. "Okay. I'll come in."

That day arrived sooner than you expected. You stood before the towering façade of the Vought Tower, its sleek glass and steel a stark contrast to the cozy chaos of your home. Your hands trembled as you adjusted your bag and took a deep breath. The building loomed above you, an imposing monolith of corporate power.

Inside, the lobby was pristine, a display of wealth and control. A crisp, clean fragrance hung in the air, and you could see the reflection of your anxious self in the polished marble floor. A tall, impeccably dressed security guard approached you.

"Ms. [Your Last Name]? Carol is expecting you."

You nodded, feeling the weight of your decision as you followed him to the elevator. The ascent felt interminable, each floor ticked off like the beats of a racing heart. When the doors finally opened on the twenty-seventh floor, you were led down a corridor to her office.

The room was sterile, a long table surrounded by high-backed chairs. Carol was already there, her expression a mixture of relief and mild exasperation.

"Glad you could make it," she said, gesturing for you to take a seat.

You did so, nervously smoothing out your clothes as you avoided her eyes. "What happened?" you asked, your voice barely above a whisper.

Carol slid a tablet across the table. "Here's what we know so far. We had an unauthorized access attempt into our mainframe yesterday. We need you to analyze the breach and help us figure out who did it and why."

You took the tablet, trying to focus on the technical details laid out in front of you. Your fingers danced over the screen, your mind focusing on the numbers and codes instead of the anxiety gnawing at your insides.

Hours seemed to slip away as you delved into the data. The breach was sophisticated, a shadowy figure leaving behind intricate digital fingerprints. As you worked, the door to the conference room opened with a soft whoosh, but you barely noticed, absorbed as you were in your task.

A voice cut through your concentration, deep and authoritative. "So this is the infamous cybersecurity expert we've heard so much about?"

You looked up, and there he was: Homelander, the all-American hero, standing in the doorway with a casual confidence that seemed almost intimidating. His piercing blue eyes locked onto you, a faint smirk playing at his lips.

Your heart leapt into your throat, and a deep blush spread across your cheeks. You immediately rolled your seat backward, trying to hide behind the table as your hands fidgeted nervously. Your face turned red as you attempted to make yourself as small as possible.

Homelander raised an eyebrow, looking at you with a curious expression. "What's wrong?"

Carol shifted uncomfortably beside you. "Homelander, I should explain. [Your Name] has heavily struggles with social interactions. This is her first time in the office and she's understandably a bit overwhelmed."

Homelander's eyes softened slightly as he glanced at you, his demeanor shifting from curiosity to a more genuine concern. "Ah, I see. I didn't mean to put you on the spot."

You peeked out from behind the table, your eyes meeting his for a fleeting moment before you quickly looked away. "It's fine," you mumbled, your voice barely audible.

Homelander gave you a reassuring smile, though it was clear he was still assessing the situation. "Well, I'm here to see if you're as good as they say you are. Carol told me you're quite talented."

You nodded, though you still didn't meet his gaze. "I-I'll do my best."

Homelander took a few steps into the room, his presence commanding and larger than life. "I'm sure you will."

Carol gestured toward the tablet. "She's been working hard on analyzing the breach. We need her expertise to figure out what happened."

Homelander leaned casually against the table, his eyes glinting with interest as he looked over the tablet's screen. "Let's see what you've got then."

As you continued your analysis, you could feel Homelander's gaze on you, his presence a constant, unsettling reminder of the world you had only ever seen from behind a screen. The atmosphere in the room was charged, and you could sense that this was only the beginning of a new, uncertain chapter in your life.

The meeting stretched on, and while you worked, Homelander remained, watching with a curiosity that was both unnerving and strangely compelling. You couldn't shake the feeling that your world had just shifted in ways you couldn't yet comprehend.

And as you stole glances at the hero who stood so close, you couldn't help but wonder what other surprises Vought had in store for you.

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