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The minute Hawks hears the voicemail you left—short, direct, normal, minus the unmistakable quiver in your voice—is the minute his feet hit the ground running. Sweltering heat blanketing the city doesn’t hold him back, doesn’t hold a candle for how he sprints, how he turns on a dime to make it to you in time. His shoes skid along the sidewalks; his headphones clap around his ears and muffle everything but his mind.

Hawks is used to the stares he gets. The wings protruding from his back are an easy target, after all, and his face is a magnet for buzzing reporters, craving the freshly new number two’s opinion on this and that. Stuff that doesn’t matter right now. But the stares are intrusive now, like everyone digs around in his face to find the answers they’re hunting for.

And then, oh yeah, he has wings—so he uses them. The air usually feels good ruffling through his feathers, but today it’s like he’s gliding through nothing, no friendly sweep from the wind, no suddenly-airborne villain he has to twist and move around. A sizzling slap from the heat lashes at his neck, and he’s sure it’s pink or soon-to-be pink.

He doesn’t realize he’s clutching his phone so hard that it could shatter if the wind tapped it. The face of your shared condo stares back at him impassively. The windows are lifeless. His ears strain for anything and everything, any creak or clank that sounds out of place. There’s nothing, as if the condo is trapped in its own silent bubble. In and out, in and out, in and out, his lungs expand and contract, but he’s not out of breath; there’s no chain of sweat cascading down his temple, either.

When he opens the door, there’s a little, gentle puff of air that greets, him, that pushes back a few strands of his hair. It dissipates the second he steps in.

“Baby bird?” Like the air, his bouncy nickname for you falls flat. He’s met with more silence. Until he isn’t. Until suffocated sobs crawl their way into his ears.

Hard footsteps. Sprinting. You curled up on the tile with your hands barricading your face. Your shaking voicemail from earlier loops in his head like a chorus, and when he picks you up in his arms, with sobs racking your body and incoherent words tumbling out (words that sound like husks of your normal voice), he’s tempted to regurgitate the hero spiel. You know, the rapid-fire questions he has to ask while on duty and saving civilians, the how, the when, the why, and most crucial, the, “Are you hurt?”

Of course you are.

Hawks catches himself in the middle of opening his mouth to send a typhoon of questions your way. He can feel how you quake against him; thump, thump, thump, his heart is fast, feeling like it’s constantly squeezed at supersonic intervals. Bruised. There’s a curling, swinging pendulum of pain in his heart.

You don’t need a hero right now. You need him.

“What happened?” Your name on his lips comes out natural but with panicked spikes to it.

When you don’t answer, he thinks it’s fine—that you need to get it all out, that this is what you need.

So, he curls his wings around you, with his feathers skimming along your skin, and when you’re ready to fight the world again, to stare at it in its eyes, he knows he’ll be right there by your side.
what's up hoes I love hawks; he's only been in for two chapters and I'm in love
y'all can pry him from my cold dead hands
the big fic I'm working on might be up sometime in june or july on my ao3, but it depends on how busy I am
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xXJhazzyXx Featured By Owner Jul 9, 2018  Student Writer
NEED MORE FAN FIC ABOUT HIMMMMM
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ObscurePhoenix Featured By Owner Jul 9, 2018  Hobbyist Writer
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xXJhazzyXx Featured By Owner Jul 10, 2018  Student Writer
thank youDean Winchester icon ~ free to use! 
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UnluckyAmulet Featured By Owner Jun 26, 2018  Hobbyist Writer
BABY BIRD? Holy shit that's adorable. <3
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ObscurePhoenix Featured By Owner Jun 26, 2018  Hobbyist Writer
Thank you so much!! I love Hawks so much ;~;
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UnluckyAmulet Featured By Owner Jun 30, 2018  Hobbyist Writer
He's a pretty birdy. <3
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MelodyScotch Featured By Owner Jun 8, 2018  Student Digital Artist
Aww ;A; Hawks. Bb. I was actually feeling kinda sad before I read this and now I feel a lil' better. 
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ObscurePhoenix Featured By Owner Jun 8, 2018  Hobbyist Writer
I'm glad you're feeling a little better! I was feeling down when I wrote it, so I wanted to put some positive energy out there! <3
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The-Queen-Of-Mokonas Featured By Owner Jun 5, 2018  Student Artist
Wait is "Hawks" an OC of yours? :L
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ObscurePhoenix Featured By Owner Jun 6, 2018  Hobbyist Writer
No, he's a character who was recently introduced in the manga.
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The-Queen-Of-Mokonas Featured By Owner Jun 7, 2018  Student Artist
ohh. : O
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The-Queen-Of-Mokonas Featured By Owner Jun 6, 2018  Student Artist
Which one? 
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ObscurePhoenix Featured By Owner Jun 6, 2018  Hobbyist Writer
He was introduced in the latest two chapters of Boku no Hero Academia.
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The-Queen-Of-Mokonas Featured By Owner Jun 7, 2018  Student Artist
oh okay. Thank you. :D
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