But they had noticed something unusual.
Every so often, America stole a glance at Homelander. Alongside admiration and gratitude, her gaze seemed to hold the flutter of a young girl's heart.
For some reason, that look stirred a vague irritation in Skye.
What was that little girl's look supposed to mean?
But when Skye turned to Homelander, her irritation vanished.
Only one thought remained: Anthony was so handsome. He was the perfect lover.
Skye wasn't the only one. The way Natasha looked at Homelander had changed too.
As the Red Room's finest Black Widow, Natasha had undergone rigorous training to resist interrogation and suppress emotion.
Her mind was rock-solid. No man's looks could sway her.
Yet now, she found she couldn't look away.
Had I been blind before? How had I never noticed Homelander was this handsome?
Why is my heart beating so fast? Natasha wondered, startled.
Natasha tried to look away, but she couldn't suppress the urge to move closer to him.
Noticing their strange looks, Homelander kept his expression neutral, though inwardly he knew he had a problem.
He immediately realized the Heart-Stealing Arsonist skin's side effect was acting up again.
And he'd only activated the skin for a brief moment while facing America.
What have I done?
Homelander cleared his throat quietly and changed the subject, breaking the increasingly charged atmosphere.
"All right, ladies." Homelander settled onto the sofa with America. "Let's hear America's story. I'm sure she has a lot to tell us."
Hearing the warmth in Homelander's voice, America seemed to take heart and nodded.
She drew a deep breath and slowly began.
"My name is America Chavez." Her voice still trembled, but her words were clear. "I come from a world called Utopia. It's nothing like this one."
"There were no men there. My