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Can't Trust A Supe

Part 8: Pen and Paper

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Warnings: Injury and threats. It gets fucked up near the end. 😅

It had been three excruciatingly long days with Homelander. We have fallen into some kind of routine. I haven't been left alone the whole time. Even when he sleeps I know he is one creaky floorboard away from being fully awake. It is torture spending so much time with one person let alone someone like Homelander. One night he sat outside the bathroom door while I showered because he just had a feeling I was going to try something.

I have slowly been chipping away at him. I have followed his every order, as with many things in my life I have had to keep a delicate balance. I knew if I didn't resist a little he would get wise.

Homelander has been under alot of pressure as of late because Starlight has shared her sexual assault story with the world so the Deep has been kicked out if the 7 rightfully so. In true Homelander fashion he worried how it made him look.

The plan was simple, I earn his trust enough to be left alone then I make a run for it. I think I have softened him enough that he won't kill me. He infantilizes me so maybe if I play into how incompetent and weak he thinks I am he won't be too harsh. I needed to see the crew again. I had to warn Billy that they have Translucent's body.

The day started like any other. We had breakfast together, blueberry pancakes again. He had majorly been neglecting his hero duties and even when he had to leave he'd rope in one or the other 7 members to keep an eye on me, keeping them from their jobs as well. Stillwell was on his back about the whole situation. Morning turned to afternoon when Homelander gets a call. There was some guy trying to shoot up town hall. They needed him. This random wanna be mass shooter was my chance. All the noise of a shoot out would cover my footsteps well, they'd have to because one more second in this ugly Americore penthouse and I was going to lose it.

Homelander tapped his hand against the table as he looked at me. I could tell he was trying to think what he could do. They wanted Maeve with him on the mission, Noir and A-train were doing a fundraiser and Starlight was on a personal day. He could ask a random Vaught employee but he thinks I'm as evil as him and likely thinking I'd just kill them to escape. I couldn't recommend to him to leave me alone. It has to be his idea.

"I could hang out with Stillwell." He had a thing for her that was clear and even as heartless as he was he didn't want to run the chance of Stillwell being killed and losing me in the city all in one sweep.

I picked up his plate and took it to the sink where I began to wash it. I have started taking on small domestic duties to make him feel more secure in his belief that he was breaking me.

"Can I trust you to stay inside the penthouse?" He asked, finally breaking his pensive silence. He was playing into my plan perfectly. It almost made me wish I had a real plan to begin with.

"Where would I go?" I ask shrugging. He gets up and stands across from me on the other side of the kitchen island.

"If you even think about leaving I'll know. I'll come right home and rip your feet from your body, so you can never try and leave me again. Do you understand me?" He says as he leans over the island, his eyes glowing red. I looked away like I always do but in reality I was becoming desensitized to his red eyes. When you see them almost everyday you get used to the idea he could split you in half without lifting a finger.

"I understand Homelander. I'm not going anywhere." I say as I dry my hands on the dish towel. "I'm just going to watch TV or something." He looked at me for what seemed like forever. He was sizing me up, looking for any hint of deception. He wouldn't find an ounce.

He nodded to me seemingly satisfied. He left shortly after, as soon as he left I had a sigh of relief. I was alone at last. I waited 10 minutes exactly, I turned on the news and double checked he was there. Sure enough he was there waving to fans as hostage negotiators tried to talk the man down. I slowly opened the front door. Part of me almost thought there would be a siren or something that went off but there was nothing. His penthouse let out into a long extravagant looking hallway. I creeped out into the hall and waited to see if my captor would return. There was no sign of him.

I walked as calmly as I could down the hall. I got into the elevator and took It to the first floor. It had been so long since I was able to go outside. I walked past security who didn't pay me a second glance. Before I knew it I was outside on the street. Once I was a few yards away from the Vought tower I began to run. If I was quick enough maybe I could make it back to the tower before he returned. I didn't stop running till I was outside of the hideout's door. It was a huge risk, I could have been leading Homelander right to them but I had to go in. I had to be quick. I pounded on the door so hard my hand started to cramp. Finally M.M. opened the door, gun in hand. His eyes widened when he saw me. I pushed my way past him and slammed the door behind me.

Frenchie and the Female were sitting on the sofa and Billy was pointing a gun in my direction. I held my hands up but couldn't help smiling.

"Where the hell have you been?" He said with a big grin. He lowered his weapon and I ran to hug him. He didn't hug me back but being able to hug him was good enough.

"You up and disappear and expect a warm welcome. Nah no way." M.M. says but I knew he'd bend on it. Frenchie jumped over the sofa and hugged me and Billy in one embrace.

"Oh Ma petite poulette! I told them you'd come home."

"Alright get off me. Both of ya." Billy says as he shakes us off. Even the Female smiled at me. I was so glad to see them I almost forgot what I was doing there.

"Oh fuck! Right!" I lower my voice and motion for them to lean in. "Homelander has kidnapped me. I'm being kept at the tower." It was as plainly as I could put it. I spoke softly in an attempt to not draw Homelander's attention. Frenchie didn't understand that right away.

"What!" He shouts pulling away from the football huddle we were in. Billy shushes him and nods to M.M. who has grabbed a pen and paper. Billy holds his finger to his lips to tell us all not to speak. He puts the pen to paper and writes

"Why did you come back here?" It was a little hurtful. He didn't seem happy to see me but it was understandable. I take the pen and explain they found Translucent's body and that Homelander is on to them. I looked around and realized Hughie wasn't there.

"Where is Hughie?" I write under my explanation. Billy takes a second to read then he looks at me with hell in his eyes. I realize he didn't understand why I had to see them, he looks like he wants to rip my head off for coming back here while under Homelander's surveillance. Frenchie grabbed the pen from Billy who was staring daggers at me still.

"Did he follow?" I shook my head quickly. Billy's lips curled in on themselves making him bare his teeth like a mad dog. He looked like he might start yelling or throwing fists. It could go either way.

"You don't know that! Get out!" He scribbled down hastily. Before dropping the pen and paper and grabbing me by the back of my collar. To move me closer to the door.

"No no you can't just throw the baby out with the bath water." M.M. said quickly. The code was a little literal but we all understood his meaning.

"The fuck I can't. The baby is gonna ruin everything." Billy says as he pulls me to the door. It was stupid to come, it was down right wrong even I had naively assumed Billy would fix this all. I had seen him work miracles and are very short time of working together. As childish as it sounds my feelings were hurt. I looked up to Billy. He was my hero and he was throwing me out to the wolves.

"The baby could die!" Frenchie hopped in pointing to me.

"Not my problem." Billy said as he opened the door and shoved me out. M.M. and Frenchie pleaded with him but I heard the big steel deadbolt lock behind me. I looked up at there camera they had outside the entrance. I didn't even get to see Hughie.

I had to go back to the tower if Billy didn't have a plan and wasn't willing to try and make one. I started my long run back. I was sweaty and out of breath when I got back to the front doors. The security took one look at me and shook their heads no. My eyes widen in fear realizing my mistake.

"No no please just let me in! Please!" I probably sounded like I was crazy. They didn't recognize me, how would they. I had never been down to the first floor. I was desperate to cover up my little excursion. "Homelander is my dad! Please just let me past." If they didn't think it was crazy before they sure did now. I heard the sound of feet landing behind me.

"Hello sir, should we see her off the premises?" One of the guards asked looking up past me. I didn't turn around I knew who it was.

"No I got her don't you worry, Ted." Homelander said as he placed a hand on my shoulder. I looked up to see Homelander's plastic smile. He pushed me to the nearest elevator. I stayed cool in public. If I made a bigger scene he would only get madder. As soon as the elevator doors closed I began my grovling.

"I'm so sor-"

"Shhh, stop it." He said not looking at me. He seemed so calm. Hands folded neatly behind him, back straight.

The elevator doors opened and he put his hand back on my shoulder to lead me to his door.

Once inside he leand down and picked me up by my ankle. Dangling me in the air like a prized fish. I screamed as he tighted his grip. He looked mad but ironically enough not as mad as Billy looked.

"What did I tell you I'd do if you left?" He asked as he lifted me higher in the air so he could look me in the eye.

"Please! Please! I can explain-" he tighted his grip even more making me scream out in pain.

"What did I say I'd do?" He asked calmly.

"Rip my feet off my body." I sobbed out. He nodded and grabbed my foot in his other hand. He acted like he was going to twist it backwards but stopped.

"Why did you leave? Go on, I'll give you a chance." He taunted.

"I was scared." He rolled his eyes at my answer and started to twist.

"No please! I was scared for you!" He stopped his wrenching of my foot to let me speak. I pant and try to come up with my next lie. "I had a nightmare something happened to you. I know you're Homelander but it was a really vivid dream. I was just going to run up the street to make sure you were okay. If I was trying to run away why would I come back? I realized it was ridiculous to be worried about such a capable man so I turned around. Please please Homelander I swear. Take my feet if you have to but I wasn't trying to run away from you. I was in tears when the guards wouldn't let me back in. I've started to like my cushy life you've given me." At best my ankle was just sprained. If he twist it anymore he's going to break the bone. He looked at me scanning my face for any tell. He wouldn't fine one, anything that would save my foot would become the truth to me.

"You had a nightmare? That I was getting hurt?" He asked sounding skeptical. I nodded up and down.

"It was horrible Homelander. I cried out for you and everything. When I remembered you were on a mission I had to find you and make sure."

"You expect me to believe that? You hate me!" He says as he squeezes harder and starts his twisting again.

"No I love you!" I scream out. It stopped him in his tracks. He dropped me on the ground. My first instinct was to try and get away from him but I knew that wouldn't be good for me or my limbs. I sit on my butt and hold my ankle as I look up up him. He crouched and I could see his expression more clearly. He almost looked guilty, I didn't think he could feel that emotion.

"Do you mean that?" He sounded desperate almost pathetic. I just nod as my bottom lip trembles. I had him, I was getting lying to him down to a science. He pulls me into a hug so fast I wasn't sure sure happened at first. He squeezed me tightly. "I wish I could believe that. Maybe one day soon you will learn to." I had no time to react before he reached down and grabbed my ankle. He snapped it quickly. I screamed and writhed I pain. He held me tight still.

"Homelander please don't!" I begged. As he petted my hair.

"It's okay it's over. That's enough. I'm not gonna take your whole foot." He says as he rocks me side to side. He buried his face in my hair as he kissed the side of my head tenderly. I hated him, he was a wild animal completely unpredictable. I wasn't sure what made me more mad, the fact he just broke my ankle or the idea he had me fooled. I thought I had him figured out.

He gingerly picked me up and carried me to the sofa. I'm not ashamed to admit I was screaming and crying uncomfortably it was probably the most pain I have ever been in. I thought I might pass out as he carefully picked my ankle up to rest a pillow under it. I pant and wheeze as he kneels down in front of me. He has a small smile as he brushes my hair from my face. He was enjoying the fact I was in so much pain but more so I think he just realized how dependent on him I am now.

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