Once Noir had left, my phone buzzed.
It was Ashley. Before I could even open her message, she was calling me. I answered cautiously but couldn't even ask what was going on."You need to get down here immediately! He's out of control!" She whispered frantically.
"OUT OF CONTROL!??" I heard Homelander yell, followed by booming footsteps.
"Where are you?" I asked, but the call had been disconnected.
Hoping my intuition was right, I ran down to the meeting room. Clattering and breaking sounds came closer, and the smell of burnt fabric followed soon after. The doors were shut, but they could still be opened. As they slowly revealed the ruins of the meeting room, I was almost too stunned to speak.
Ashley was huddled in the corner to my left, tugging at her hair while rocking back and forth.
In another corner, Deep was hiding between broken bits of furniture.
And finally I saw Homelander. Walking up and down beside the big window, murmuring angrily to himself.
It was hard to make out but sounded like he was scolding himself."Homelander?" I asked quietly as I slowly approached him.
He stared into the reflection of the window. Focusing on me and then as if he just realized that it was my reflection, he turned around."What are you doing here?" He sounded insane. His tone and expression didn't match one bit, so much so that it made me take a step back. "You called Red!?" He yelled as his eyes lit up and focused on Ashley, who was already ugly crying really hard.
"She was worried about you. And so am I, Homelander." I said, taking his attention from the traumatized woman.
"Worried. You think I'm out of control. I am not." He stated angrily, eyes still glowing.
"I didn't say that. I said I was worried about you. There is a difference, my dear." I insisted calmly.
"Well. Look around. I'm not in any danger. Everything is a-O.K!" He said, his voice booming but his eyes seeming more distressed than I've ever seen.
"Okay. Then we can go back to our apartment. Right? We can relax and eat dinner." I suggested warily. "I don't know about you, my dear, but I'm starving." I smiled, desperately trying to lighten the mood.
"Yes. We should do that." He agreed and let me take his arm in mine.
We slowly left the room and returned to our apartment. I sat him down on the couch and got him some water.

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Jealousy Isn't A Good Look On You
FanfictionI do not own any of the characters. Y/n are a supe. But not a famous one, that didn't work out. Now you are one of the sevens PAs. Maybe, briefly The Deep will fight for you. But you know... its Homelander. It always will be.