Persistent Dreams - Hawks x Reader (PAUSED)

Face Your Fears Pt. 1

T/W: Light body gore, Hawks has rut thoughts

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After the plane had landed you, Shima, and Hawks headed to a rather tall building designated as the location of the Ambassador's meeting.

At the 30th floor, the elevator dings and the doors part, allowing the three of you to step out onto the floor.

To your dismay there's a crowd mingling in the hallway. You stick close to Hawks, practically touching wings with how unsafe you feel.

This is nothing like skirting around a sea of fangirls. More like swimming in a pond of eels, hoping you don't touch one.

You're busy scanning the crowded area. Failing to notice Hawks' sharp gaze on you. He takes note of the nervous beat in your chest and the difference between your breaths. He watches your chest rise and fall, eyes lingering for a bit too long.

They travel to the side of your face. Your cute lips are almost pouting, and your wings shift in discomfort. You're nervous, he concludes.

Looking away, with a bored expression on his face, the hero lightly bumps his shoulder into yours. You look at him in confusion but as you see him looking elsewhere, you assume it was just an accident. Until he does it again.

This time, Hawks can't help the twitch on his lip as you squint your eyes at him and cross your hands over your chest. You move to bump his shoulder. He moves back. You would have lost your footing if it weren't for your wings keeping you well balanced.

You glare at him.

He smirks at you with a wink.

"Alright ladies! Pile in, it's time to talk business!" A large broad male hollers over the crowd whilst standing in the middle of the main doorway, leading to a meeting room.

The chatter doesn't let up as everyone moves to pour into the board room.

Hawks surveys the interior while sticking close to Shima. Only one way in and out.

This meeting is a bird cage. He doesn't like it. The probability of getting trapped inside is far too high.

Hawks leans over to you, whispering in your ear. "Stay out here in the hall and don't move. Think you can do that for me kid?"

You unclench your jaw, shoulders relaxing at your sides. Either he can read you like a book or somethings up.

What ever the case, you're happy to follow his orders, giving him a nod and moving out of the crowd to lean against the wall.

When the doors close, you look around to find a muscular fellow in a suit. He's decorated in a heap of guns. Dark sunglasses to complete the private security look. Damn, why didn't I think of that? Oh right, I'm a hero. Duh. Costume.

Upon further inspection, you find a smaller male with prescription glasses working on a lap top secured to him by some sort of attachable desk. Neat, he seems easy to socialize with– I shouldn't bother him though. Looks busy.

Meanwhile, Hawks leant against the wall, arms crossed. To tell the truth he'd rather be out in the hall with you, but someone has to keep an eye on the Ambassador. It's his mission after all.

As the group of officials talk mind numbing business he could hardly give two feathers about, Hawks finds his mind wondering. Passing the time with thoughts and memories. Most— filled with you.

A warmth grows inside his chest, a small smirk tugging at his lips. You've made your intentions clear and the hero would be lying if he said your advances weren't working on him.