Persistent Dreams - Hawks x Reader (PAUSED)

Seeds of a Rose 🍊

Hawks leant against the front of his desk, arms crossed over his chest. Something about his stare makes you uneasy. Your palms begin to sweat as the door latches behind you.

You swallow. Hard. "You paged me?"

That was stupid of you to say, but your brain feels a bit fried from earlier. You put yourself in danger for the hero. Twice.

It's nearly sundown now as you stand dumbly before the hero, not even bothering to walk any closer to him than you already are, practically hugging the wood behind you with your wings.

Hawks purses his lips, crossing one leg over the other. His body language is intentionally closing himself off from you. Displaying discontent with your previous actions.

This makes your mind swirl deeper with worry, and rightfully so.

"I'll get straight to the point. You're off field duty. No more missions." His tone is matter of fact, no bitterness or anger behind it, as if he's simply made up his mind on what he'll have for dinner.

Your breath gets caught in your throat, your heart falls from your ribcage, shattering like ice inside your guts. Your lip quivers as your whole body begins to shake.

Before you set foot in his office you were well aware of what he had planned for you. You know it would be so much easier to just give in and walk away right now. Accept that it's over. You tried and failed, so leave.

Your mind tells you to turn around. It pleads with you to give in to the play at hand. Figure something else out. Your hands ball into fists at your sides.

No.

Had you not have a deeper reason for staying by his side, you probably would have walked through those double doors behind you. Never looking back without a second thought.

However, you're far too invested at this point. This isn't just a job you'd be giving up. You'd be letting go of the ideal that one day you'll be close enough to the man to save his life.

Hawks watches your eyes move from wide to narrow. Your brows furrow as you clench your teeth, lips pursing with bitterness. He can practically see the fire burning behind your eyes, "No."

He raises his brow, but doesn't respond. To tell the truth, he's curious as to how you'll react. So instead of shutting you down, he lets you continue.

Be clear, and concise. Make your thoughts known and your voice heard, leave no room in his mind for doubt. Trap him with the idea that he needs you more than you need him.

With the cocktail of emotions you felt in the hall just moments before, you fuel your rebuttal inside your mind.

Your whole body is shaking with adrenaline but you push through. "No, no you need me. When you got shot who healed you? Me. When you were severely injured in your house, who came flying at the speed of light fix you up? Me!" with each word, you take a step closer to Hawks, wings puffed up in anger behind you, instinctively trying to make you look bigger.

"I am not walking out of this office fired. No sir. I may have an unwavering need to put my life in danger to save yours but I have full trust in you! I believe in you! I–I can train harder! Hell! I'll put myself on the chopping block for every Hawks fan in existence but I am not just let you kick me off field duty."

Hawks furrows his eyebrows, squinting his eyes as he adjusts his wings.

He feels slightly threatened.

His expression falters your mind for a brief moment.  Remembering your points, you continue your loosely thought out speech, "You wanna know my true intentions Hawky Boy? The moment I walked into this agency. You thought I was a threat didn't you? Well guess what, I am a threat. I'm a threat to myself, come hell or high water I will make sure you live. Whatever mission, whatever case? I'm pulling the both of us out. My quirk has the ability to heal any wound as long as the recipient isn't dead. I can be of value to you. Damnit— I've proved that already! You would be a fucking imbecile to take me off the field... And I know for a fact you're a smart man. You didn't call me in here to get rid of me, did you?"