Mika walked out of the bathroom adjusting the collar and felt eyes on her. The green haired man blinked, "Hallie is that your-"
"Yes," she smiled, "It's not getting any use at the moment. She needs something with protection."
"Why are the seams red though," he walked up and studied them. "Mika what's your quirk?"
"U-um, Blood," Mika took a small step back, "I can manipulate my blood."
The blonde rolled his eyes, "Here he goes-"
"Oh wow!" The man grinned, "I've heard of that but never seen it in person! So how-"
"Deku," the blonde snapped, "later."
Deku sighed, "Yeah you're right." He looked at the blonde, "Bakugo, who's running things while we do this?"
Bakugo sighed, " Pikachu..."
Hallie laughed, "Hopefully it'll still be standing."
Shoto smirked, "Are we ready?"
Tokoyami nodded, "Let's go."
Hallie looked them all over, her eyes settling on her husband, "Be careful. I'll be on standby."
Mika noticed Bakugo's eyes soften as he nodded and walked out of the door. Oh he's got it bad, she joked to herself.
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She was quiet the entire way to the target site, watching the heroes she was accompanying. They all went to UA together, meaning they had known each other for years now. Their dynamic was seemingly dis functional, but, it worked for them. Like an odd organized chaos.Deku sat beside her and smiled, "You doing okay?"
She nodded, "Your Deku, right?" He nodded, "Sorry I'm just trying to learn who is who."
Deku chuckled, "It's okay. It can be pretty intimidating getting thrown into something like this."
"Yeah..." she sighed, "do you...think that he's okay?"
"That idiot can't die," Bakugo spoke up.
Tokoyami chuckled, "I'm sure if he is captured, he's annoyed them all to death."
Mika smiled, "You're probably right."
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Nightfall was heavy and the air was freezing. Mika was grateful for the insulated suit right about now. It was a woven black bodysuit that hugged her form, giving her movement. The high neck helped keep out the cold and protect her. The seams held a red hue to them, apparently from her quirk. The utility belt rested on her hips. Black combat boots finished off her attire. She had to admit, this was a nice ass suit. Probably costs more than my entire apartment, she pulled the black spandex mask over her face to keep in warmth."Here," Bakugo handed her an earpiece, "We use these to communicate. Tap the center twice to activate it. It'll stop on its own."
She nodded and placed it in her ear, looking around the forest, "We need twenty seven right?"
Tokoyami nodded, "We're at twenty four right now. If we go that way," he pointed ahead of them, "We should get there quickly."
Mika nodded and started walking, "Then let's get to it."
Bakugo grabbed her shoulder, "Wait a second." She turned and looked at him, "No killing, got it?"
Deku opened his mouth but Mika held up her hand, "It's alright." She looked at Bakugo, "No killing, I promise."
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The group quietly made their way through the thick forest, a heavy fog settling in. Hawks you owe me big time, she thought as she navigated her way. A dim light caused her to stop and move behind a tree. Her eyes landed on the rest of her party, who were doing the same as a few guards strolled along. Tokoyami tapped his comm, "I'll handle the outside." Dark shadow began to move through the fog, "you go ahead."They all exchanged looks before continuing on their way. Mika reached the door first and knelt down. Shit it's locked. She reached into the belt and pulled out a small pointed spike, mentally thanking Hallie before she set to work.
"Lemme blast it," Bakugo whispered.
Mika scoffed, "And bring all of the attention here?"
He rolled his eyes as the other two exchanged amused glances. She heard the lock click and stood. She made a move to open it, but Shoto stopped her, moving himself in front of the door, "I'll go first."
He disappeared inside for a brief moment before sticking his hand out, motioning for them to come in. They filed in just as the guards began to yell alert to Tokoyami. Deku carefully shut the door behind them and scanned the large, dark bunker.
"Give us some light," Bakugo quietly ordered.
Shoto raised his hand as fire enveloped it. Mika blinked, Wait, that looks a lot like...no...is this...Endeavors son? Her eyes looked at all of the boxes, "Explosives," she whispered.
"New explosives," Bakugo looked in one of the nearby crates.
They heard voices and a dull light appeared, making them all duck behind a stack of crates. These weren't guards. Three men walked out laughing amongst themselves. The blonde one snorted, "Fuck that hero school. This shit orta be enough to blow em."
The boys looked at one another. They were targeting UA, and the kids there. Something that hit hard with them. Mika knew they wouldn't let this go. A red haired man let out a long sigh, "I can hear you breathing," he said in a sing song voice.
Mika looked at them. Bakugo made a move to stand, but she stopped him, "You can't use your quirk in here."
Deku patted his friends shoulder and stood, holding up his hands with a smile, "You caught me."
The red haired man scoffed, "I know I did, you snot nose hero..." lightning shot up his legs as he shit towards Deku. Green eyes narrowed as their battle began.
"I guess I'm next," Shoto stood, aiming towards the other two men as ice shot from his body.
"Let's go," Bakugo led Mika away from the battle and down a long black hallway. It was damp in the tunnel, the sounds of dripping water hitting her ears. It felt as though they walked for ages, getting colder as the tunnel deepened. Bakugo spun around, "Listen," he pulled out his phone, "I'm giving you Hallie's number. If you find him before I do, you find a way out and call her, you got it?"
Mika nodded and pulled out her phone, saving the number, "G-got it." He made a move but her hand on his arm stopped him. She quickly let go, "If you find him, don't come back, get him out. Deal?"
He looked at her for a long moment before nodding, "Deal."
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Grey Line
FanfictionHAWKSxOC *set in the same time are my other story: Burn it down!* Right and wrong. Good vs evil. Many say there is a fine, dark line between them, determining right from wrong. For one vigilante hero, it isn't light or dark, it's grey.