Deadly Silence ||Black Noir x Reader||

Chapter 2

Y/N's second day at Vought was in full swing, and she was already feeling the weight of the job. She was making her way through the office when she nearly crashed into a tall woman with a serious vibe.

"Shit, sorry about that," Y/N said, stepping back. "I'm Y/N, you must be Queen Maeve?"

The woman eyed her coolly but with a hint of a smirk. "Just Maeve. No need for the formal crap."

"Nice to meet you, Maeve," Y/N said, trying to sound casual. "I'm still finding my way around. Got any tips for me?"

Maeve's gaze was as frosty as her demeanor. "Yeah, don't screw up and keep your nose out of things that aren't your business. Everyone here has their own shit to deal with. I stay out of the press's way, and I expect the same from you."

"Got it," Y/N said, nodding. "I'll keep a low profile."

Maeve gave a nod and walked off, her aura still radiating authority. Y/N made a mental note: 

Later, Y/N was heading to the break room when she spotted a guy in a deep green suit, looking slightly disheveled but with a grin.

"Hey, you must be Y/N!" he said, his voice carrying a friendly tone. "I'm The Deep."

Y/N approached, trying to be laid-back. "Nice to meet you, The Deep." She cringed, "I've heard a bit about you."

"Just call me Deep," he said with a grin. "And I hope it's been good stuff."

Y/N laughed. "Well, I've heard some...interesting things."

Deep's eyes sparkled with mischief. "I bet. But seriously, I'm a pretty chill guy. How about grabbing a coffee or something? I can show you around."

Y/N hesitated for a moment but figured why not. "Sure, that sounds good. I could use a break."

As they walked to the break room, Deep was full of energy. "So, how are you finding Vought so far? It's a lot to take in, huh?"

"It's definitely something," Y/N said, keeping her tone light. "A lot going on."

Deep laughed, clearly enjoying himself. "Yeah, it's a big show. And some of us have more...colorful personalities than others."

Y/N raised an eyebrow. "You mean the team?"

"Yeah, something like that," Deep said, his gaze lingering a bit longer than necessary. "But don't worry, I'm here if you need a guide or just someone to talk to." He winked.

When they reached the break room, Deep's eyes didn't miss much. He kept checking her out, his gaze wandering in a way that made Y/N slightly uncomfortable. "You know, I've got to say, you're a breath of fresh air around here. A hot one too."

Y/N forced a smile, trying to keep the conversation friendly. "Thanks, Deep. Just trying to get the job done."

Deep moved a little closer, his flirtatious grin widening. "Well, you're doing a damn good job."

Y/N nodded, feeling a bit awkward. "Thanks?"

After a long second day at Vought, Y/N headed back to her penthouse. The city lights below sparkled. She kicked off her heels and got right to business.

The penthouse was as fancy as expected—modern furniture, huge windows, and an epic view of the city. But tonight, Y/N was all about the task at hand. She'd been told to start digging into Homelander, so she got to work.

She pulled out a large corkboard she'd ordered and hung it on the wall. Next, she pinned up a picture of Homelander right in the center. His superhero pose was front and center, looking as smug as ever.

She grabbed some red string and attached it to the photo, then connected it to a post-it note with a lead from her company. It was a vague tip about a possible crack in Homelander's perfect facade, but it was something to start with.

With the basics set up, Y/N turned to her computer. She dove into hours of digging, pulling up every bit of info she could find about Homelander and Vought. The more she dug, the more tangled it all seemed. The clock ticked past midnight, but she barely noticed—she was too absorbed in connecting dots and piecing together clues.

By 3 AM, she was tired. Her corkboard was starting to look like a real investigation, even if it was still in the early stages. She scribbled notes, flagged important details, and tried to make sense of it all. It wasn't much, but it was a start.

Eventually, exhaustion got the better of her. She shut down her computer with a sigh, giving her board one last look before heading to bed. The city lights filtered through the curtains as she collapsed into bed, her mind still buzzing with thoughts about Homelander and the leads she needed to chase down.