Jetstream (Hawks Angst)

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Hawks was missing for a week.

During that week he was subjected to various bouts of torture in that basement while his wings healed and his feathers regrew.

He got one bathroom break a day, one glass of water a day, and food every other day.

He'd vomited and passed out countless times, simply from the pain.

The last couple days they kept the torture from his face, attempting to make him acceptable to the public again.

During this week of suffering, Hawks had learned a couple of things, including his role in the mission discussed at the meeting he attended.

The one while he was severely concussed!

Turns out he was pretty damn important. The day of his release he was going to infiltrate the paranormal liberation army. To meet with them.

To "join" them and report his findings back to the other heroes.

And all this was happening the day he was released from this dreaded torture chamber. He was overwhelmed.

Terribly overwhelmed.

But his overwhelmed state would only help his acting. Burnt out, tired, upset, angry, all things he was actively feeling after being tortured for a week straight.

Maybe it wouldn't be so hard after all. He didn't like the idea of being a villain. Of being like all the people who had hurt him.

He was a hero at heart.

That's why when he was finally released from the basement of pain, the first thing he did was pull on his hero costume and fly to Mirko's apartment.

He knocked on the door, winded.

"Hawks! Dude what- everyone has been worried sick about you where were you-" she asked exasperatedly, pulling him inside her apartment.

"It doesn't matter. Do you remember that Midoriya kid from the school?" He asked, still gasping for breath after his dashed fly there.

"What? Yeah? Why?" She responded, appalled that he was talking about someone else right now rather than himself and what had happened, where he had been. Anything to comfort her and tell her that he was okay.

But he said nothing about himself.

"I just- I have this feeling. Don't let him go home I don't think he was telling the truth when he said he fell down the stairs. Everything in his body language said that was a lie, talk to Aizawa, get him out of whatever abuse he's been living in he doesn't deserve it." Hawks rushed, checking his watched afterward, quickly dabbing away tears from his eyes.

"I have to go." He said.

"Wait! You can't just-"

"Promise me you'll talk to Aizawa, Mirko." He said seriously, his hand on the door to her home.

She hesitated and then sighed, knowing she couldn't stop him, "promise. Good luck be sa-"

But she was cut off by him closing the door.

"Safe." She finished to herself, going to call Aizawa immediately, not only to discuss Izuku, but hoping to talk about her short visit with Hawks as well. He was off to meet with the liberation front now.

To talk to villains. Conversate with them. Know them. Be them.

She couldn't help but worry a little.
Hawks worried too.

He worried as he wobbled in the air.
He worried as his body ached.
He worried as he felt no emotion other than dread and widespread pain.
He worried as he walked into the location.
He worried about the gaze of villains in the presence of a hero.