Deadly Silence ||Black Noir x Reader||

Chapter 11

Y/N had been in her office, pretending to focus on the pile of documents in front of her, when the call came. Homelander wanted her in the meeting room. She felt a knot tighten in her stomach. This couldn't be good.

When she entered the room, the air was thick with tension. Homelander stood at the head of the table, his icy blue eyes fixed on her as she walked in. The Deep was there, lounging in a chair with an amused smirk on his face. Black Noir stood off to the side, as silent and unreadable as ever.

"Take a seat, Y/N," Homelander said, his tone deceptively polite.

She did as she was told, her heart pounding in her chest, but she forced herself to stay calm. She couldn't afford to show any weakness.

Homelander paced the room, his eyes never leaving her. "We seem to be missing something important," he began, his voice dripping with barely-contained menace. "A vial of Compound V has gone missing. And I'm curious if you might know anything about that."

Y/N's heart skipped a beat. Compound V? Her mind raced, trying to piece together what this meant. She knew the stakes were high, but she couldn't let him see her panic. She straightened up, forcing a poker face, and met his gaze head-on. "I have no idea what you're talking about," she said evenly, though inside, she was anything but calm.

Homelander's eyes narrowed, and he moved closer, invading her personal space. "You seem nervous, Y/N. Like you've got something to hide."

She could feel the weight of his stare, the intensity of his presence almost suffocating. Her pulse quickened, and she knew he could probably hear it. Shit. But she couldn't give in, not now. "I don't know what you want from me, Homelander," she said, her voice steady, "but I have nothing to hide."

He leaned in, his face just inches from hers, a cruel smile playing on his lips. "Is that so?"

The room was deathly silent, the tension nearly unbearable. Y/N could feel her composure slipping, but she held on. Just as she thought she might crack, Noir stepped forward.

Without a word, he pulled out a small notepad and scribbled something down. Then he held it up for Homelander to read: "She was with me."

Homelander's gaze flicked to Noir, his smile fading. "The whole day?" he demanded, suspicion still in his voice.

Noir gave a single, firm nod. Homelander stared at him for a long.

Homelander's icy stare stayed on Y/N for a moment longer, clearly unhappy with how things had played out. But with Noir's silent confirmation, he had no choice but to back off. "Fine," he muttered, his voice clipped. "I believe you" He flashed a fake smile, shooting Y/N one last look before storming out of the room and Deep following behind him.

The room felt strangely quiet after they left. Y/N exhaled slowly. She turned to Noir, who was still standing there, his imposing figure a silent shadow in the room.

"Thank you," she said. She raised her hand, intending to give him a small, pat on the chest.

But before she could make contact, Noir's hand shot out, gripping her wrist tightly. The suddenness of it made her wince, the strength in his grasp undeniable. Under the mask, his eyes locked onto hers.

Then, just as quickly, he let go. The release was so abrupt it left her momentarily stunned. Y/N hesitated, her wrist still hurt from his grip. Slowly, she reached out again, this time placing her hand gently on his chest, her touch light but deliberate.

"Thanks," she repeated, offering him a small, genuine smile.

Noir remained silent, his gaze steady as he looked down at her hand on his chest. He didn't move, didn't react, just stood there as if considering something. After a moment, he gave her a small nod.

Y/N lowered her hand. Noir turned and left the room, his footsteps silent, leaving Y/N to gather herself.