𝓗𝓪𝔀𝓴𝓼 𝔁 𝓡𝓮𝓪𝓭𝓮𝓻
ִֶָ. ..𓂃 ࣪ ִֶָ🪽་༘࿐ִֶָ. ..𓂃 ࣪ ִֶָ🪽་༘࿐ִֶָ. ..𓂃 ࣪ ִֶָ🪽་ִֶָ༘. ..𓂃 ࣪ ִֶָ🪽་༘࿐ִֶָ. ..𓂃 ࣪ ִֶָ🪽་༘࿐ִֶָ. ..𓂃
Hawks is the fastest man in the world, life is a blur as he races by, faces blend together, fans shouts of adoration mix until they all sound like a chorus cheering his name. Days go by like an empty dream, almost like they weren't there at all.
So imagine his shock when he sees you. Walking with your head down with earbuds in, humming softly to yourself as you admire the city around you. To put it simply, you were breathtaking. Everything came to a screeching halt for him, making him almost dizzy at the feeling. What the hell was happening to him?
His wings seem to take a mind of their own as they guide him down to the warm sidewalk. People gasp and start saying his name, creating a flurry of commotion that he pays no mind too.
You didn't look behind to see what a spectacle the pro hero had become though. Still focused on the road ahead of you as you swayed ever so slightly to the song playing in your earbuds.
Maybe it was the fact that you seemed so... put together is what drove him to want to talk to you. This was normal, he rationalized as he started to walk a little faster to catch up.
A woman stepped up in front of him however, her eyes bright in excitement. "Oh my god! Pro hero Hawks! My son loves you! Can I please get your autograph for him?" Suddenly a wave of papers and pens were being thrust into his hands, his wings hiking up ever so slightly as fingers prodded at his wings.
He laughed, flashing the swarm of people with his signature smile that was so endearing. "Please don't push!" He craned his neck past a head to see you only to see you were gone. Empty sidewalk felt oddly disappointing as he focused his attention back on the papers in front of him.
Suddenly it all came crashing down on him, what the hell was he doing? Trying to talk to some random civilian he had never met before? What the hell was wrong with him?
He hastily signed the papers, maintaining his easygoing grin as his wings beat once, then twice, until the comforting feel of the air flowed past his face and through his hair. People becoming smaller as he took off into the sky.
Life was smaller in the sky, in a way he was smaller too. He needed clear his head, he was acting so strange...
The only sound that followed was the whistle of air around his face as he glided through the air.
He kept himself busy by pushing himself to be faster, be better than the day before. Get better each day and ignore anything that didn't have to do with his hero work. After all the fastest man in the world didn't have time for breaks.
A loud crash snapped him out of his thoughts and his wings beat faster as he flashed towards the sound. An explosion had erupted in the city and screams could faintly be heard. The sun was setting in the horizon creating a deep orange and purple glow that contrasted with the dull grays of the city as he darted through alleys to the commotion.
A villain was wreaking havoc as he threw large pieces of debris at a building, laughing at his work as he continued to break apart the building. Crimson feathers quickly apprehended the criminal as he thrashed and grunted. Police quickly arrived on the scene, thanking Hawks for his help (yet again) and handcuffed the griefer.
Usually, Hawks would be off the ground by now, off to go fight more crime but.. his boots clicked on the cracked cement floors as he ventured into the crumbling building. It seemed mostly abounded. He sent out his feathers anyways to check all corners and nooks.
It was like cold water had been splashed on him when he saw you walking out from a pile of rubble and coughing. What were the odds he would meet the same random stranger twice in one day? Let alone at all?
"Are you alright?" His hands felt oddly clammy as he stuffed them in his coat pockets like an idiot. What was he doing? Why did everything feel so wrong?
"Well...I guess." your voice rang out, echoing through the broken building and dusting yourself off. Hawks swallowed thickly and let out a chuckle as he brushed some wind blown hair out of his face.
"Good to hear, what's your name?" He swayed from foot to foot and flexed his wings ever so slightly as he observed the strange civilian in front of him.
"(Y/n), thanks for doing your job."
Hawks blinked before laughing, posture easing as he flashed that iconic smile at you. His chest felt so...light, and his body hummed with something he could only compare to adrenaline.
"Anytime, I gotta go but I'll cya around." He waved, a childish move that was oddly endearing as he took off through a window, leaving a single red feather in his wake.
You were somewhat confused at the whole situation, you had always known heroes were probably a strange bunch, but you didn't think they could be so.. dorky. You smiled softly to yourself, wondering if what had just happened wasn't some weird ass dream.
Cue hawks, soaring through the air and smiling slightly to himself only to recall how weird he had been to you. Jesus christ what had gotten into him? 'See you around'? What the hell was he thinking? He groaned and seemed to deflate like a balloon as he landed on the balcony of his apartment, sliding open the door and collapsing on his unmade bed without even kicking his boots off.
God he was such a dumbass.
ִֶָ. ..𓂃 ࣪ ִֶָ🪽་༘࿐ִֶָ. ..𓂃 ࣪ ִֶָ🪽་༘࿐ִֶָ. ..𓂃 ࣪ ִֶָ🪽་༘࿐ִֶָ. ..𓂃 ࣪ ִֶָ🪽་༘࿐ִֶָ. ..𓂃 ࣪ ִֶָ🪽་༘࿐ִֶָ.