The day was coming to an end, the messages calling for assistance got less and less. I retreated to my apartment. I read that after the late evening until the early morning, I would only be needed in emergencies. I could not yet think of anything worthy of calling an emergency that would require a member of the seven to ask their PA for assistance.
But I was sure I'd find out soon enough.
I looked around my new apartment. All my things had been transferred and put away neatly. Even if I hated the arrangement everything was in, I was happy there weren't any boxes flying around.
Since there weren't any messages coming in at the moment and it wasn't too late, I decided to redecorate my new living space.
I put on some music and tried to relax while making the apartment feel like home.
It took a while, but sometime around 10, I heard my stomach gargle. Hunger was setting in.
The apartment had a kitchen filled with all kinds of stuff, but I decided that pasta would be enough for now.
I was in the middle of cooking when I heard faint footsteps. It was like someone was walking on air. Such soft and quit steps, I was wondering if my mind was playing tricks on me.
However, when I turned around, I found that it wasn't my mind. It was Homelander. He stopped when he caught my stare.
"You have a lot of stuff." He commented with a small smile.
"...I know." I said hesitantly, kind of caught off guard by the situation.
He didn't say anything. Rather, he started looking around. Now that I had acknowledged his presence, he moved as quiet as a mouse. It was weird.
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Jealousy Isn't A Good Look On You
RandomI 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.
