My heart stopped beating for a moment as I hovered in the air, unable to process what was happening. Like an ice statue, I stood still in the air, my breath visible as a frosty cloud in the cold room.. My brain absolutely refused to accept it, but my body froze in midair. The patriot looked at me with a shocked expression on his face. Well, it looks like it's time for me to go and I tried to take a step back by inertia. The air seemed to get solid and I really flew back.
"-What the actual fuck?" I heard an irate male voice shout, filled with anger and disgust
The next thing I knew, I was being dragged through a whirlwind of blurring scenery, the world rushing by in a chaotic blur. It felt like I was in an uncontrolled whirlwind, tossed around like a leaf in a storm
I came to my senses, dazed, as the window of an immaculate office was smashed, and I face-planted into the room, causing the glass shards to splinter even further. The sound of breaking glass was akin to a symphony of shattering dreams. Blood trickled down my cheek, and I tasted the metallic tang of it in my mouth. I could feel the warm stickiness on my lip.
"What kind of crap is this?!" came a stunned female voice, cutting through my haze.
"This already crosses all borders!" the woman continued, her tone rising with each word, her anger palpable.
I shook my head to clear the cobwebs and looked around. I had been thrown into a lavish office, the walls adorned with framed awards and accolades. At the head of an imposing mahogany table sat a strikingly composed woman—Madelyn. Her pregnant silhouette contrasted sharply with the fury in her eyes, which blazed as she glared at Homelander, who was hovering awkwardly near the broken window.
"That incident with the family in the car wasn't enough for you?" she snapped, her voice sharp like the shards of glass scattered around me. "You think you can just throw problems into my office like this? This is outrageous!"
Homelander crossed his arms, a mix of annoyance and defensiveness on his face. "Calm down, he's flying—"
"Flying?! What kind of excuse is that?!" Madelyn interrupted, her voice a blend of disbelief and exasperation. She leaned forward, her gaze laser-focused on me, the intruder who had disrupted her meticulously curated chaos. "You're telling me this is just another one of his antics? And I'm supposed to clean up after him?"
I glanced between them, still sprawled on the carpet, half-playing dead, half-trying to gauge the situation.
"And there was no other way to deal with him?" she continued, her eyes narrowing at Homelander. "Dismember him with lasers? Drown him? Something less... theatrical?"
"Look, Madelyn, he's yours now," Homelander replied, a dismissive wave of his hand suggesting it was beneath him to explain further. "Do what you know; the conversation is over."
Madelyn's lips curled into a smirk, but it didn't reach her eyes. "Oh, you think you can just walk away, don't you?" she said, standing up and placing her hands on the table, her pregnant belly gently protruding. "This is my office, and I won't let you off that easily. You'll answer for this—every little piece of it."
Homelander shrugged, an air of nonchalance about him. "You know I have bigger things to deal with. Just handle it."
"Handle it? This is your mess, and you expect me to mop it up?" she shot back, her voice rising. "You're the one who turned the world into a circus, and now you think you can just leave? This isn't just about you!"
"Madelyn, you're overreacting," he replied, his tone patronizing. "I'm not the one who fell through a window."
"Exactly! And that's the point! You need to take responsibility for once!" She stepped closer, eyes narrowed. "You think being a 'hero' gives you a free pass to do whatever you want?"
Homelander opened his mouth to retort, but Madelyn cut him off, her voice steady and commanding. "You want this guy? Fine. He's yours now. But let me be clear—I'm not your babysitter."
With that, she pointed toward the door, her tone leaving no room for argument. "Get out. You both need to figure this out—away from me."
I blinked, caught in the crossfire of their confrontation. "Wait, what?"
Madelyn waved me off with a flick of her wrist. "You heard me. You're not my problem. Homelander can deal with you. And if he doesn't, I'm sure I can find a way to make it interesting."
With a sudden, forceful shove, she pushed both of us out of her office, slamming the door behind us with a decisive thud.
As I stood there, a dazed look on my face, I found myself side by side with Homelander in the hallway. We exchanged glances—confusion mingling with something that felt almost like mutual understanding, despite the circumstances.
And so, there we were, standing in the quiet corridor, the chaos of the office behind us, looking at each other in complete bewilderment...