Oh to be a vigilante where Hawks is chasing you down and it’s a usual dance the two of you do weekly. You both put up a good fight and yet every time you manage to escape the winged hero.
Until something changes for reasons you don’t know.
His punches are harder.
His feathers actually cut you.
And suddenly you realize that he’s actually trying to hurt you.
It’s jarring, the way the two of you had laughed at one another and somehow managed to tire each other out. But now you’re growing tired because no matter how much you dodge and weave and actually run out of terror, it’s really not enough.
Hawks had let you go willingly each and every time and like a fool, you thought you somehow outsmarted the number 2 hero of Japan. And like a fool, you thought that you actually had a fighting chance… even now.
You’ve fallen on your back with your hands splayed out to catch his feathered blade between your fingertips. It was beginning to cut through the air you weaved as gloves around your fingertips—now pressing firmly into the palm of your hands.
The tears are beginning to spill into your mask as you cry out in pain, in horror, as he doesn’t relent. So when you finally speak as the vigilante behind the mask, crying for Hawks to get off, something in him finally clicks and he actually gets off.
He looks just as mortified as you do and flees the scene.
But he doesn’t recognize you, not as the cashier that works in the little corner market he stops by frequently. Or the vigilante that was crying out in fear that he really was about to kill you. Your two identities remain in tact and yet… when he walks in, a jolt of terror takes hold of you and you can’t help but take a sudden step back from behind the counter. As if the hero will lunge at you and take you down to the ground once more.
You suddenly realize that being a vigilante meant that you had enemies on both sides… you just never thought Hawks was going to be one of them.
