Grey Line

What You Deserve

Never in a million years would you think there was a full fledge studio apartment, spacious at that, underneath the building above them. It was very industrial, paying homage to the original building. A large bare bed was on the far wall, nightstands on either side. The kitchen had a bar top with a few stools. The couch was a soft, black leather, accompanied by two matching loveseats. The style was almost American.

Mika walked over to the heater and turned it on, "It should warm up soon." Her eyes scanned, making sure everything was in place, "It's not over the top, but, it'll do."

"It's perfect," he set his bag down and looked around, "You're way cooler than me."

She chuckled as she pulled some sheets out of the closet, "I wouldn't say that. I just wanted a place where I could get away if I needed."

"How often do you come here?" He looked over the steel beams that made up the ceiling.

"More than I thought," she placed the black sheets on the bed, "If I feel overwhelmed, or need a break, I'll come down here for a bit."

He walked over and helped her settle the comforter, "It seems like a nice place to forget the world."

She smiled, "It is." She pointed through a set of double doors, "The bathroom is down that hallway. There is also a small escape route that's ends up at the harbor." She threw the pillows on the bed, "You can make yourself comfortable here."

Mika walked to the bar and set her laptop up, opening a security system, activating it. Hawks yawned and grabbed his bag, "I'm gonna shower."

Mika nodded and watched as he disappeared through the doors. She swore to never tell a soul about this place, now she was not only sharing with with a hero, she also needed to let a whole group of them know where they were. She took this moment to change into a pair of sleeping shorts and tshirt, the heater was quickly doing it's job, making it comfortable in here. She laid back on the couch and texted Hallie, sending her, her location. So much was happening and changing this last month, she hadn't had time to comprehend it all.

Her eyes closed as her mind started swirling, processing. She needed to figure out their next move. Hawks still couldn't fly, so putting him out there wasn't an option. I'll have to do it myself, she thought.

"If you think any harder you'll give yourself a headache," Hawks leaned on the back of the couch.

She peeped open an eye, "I'm already there Bird Boy. I need to figure out what's next."

He reached down and flicked her head, "We have help for that you know."

"I'm not used to help," she looked at him, "so to me, no, I don't."

He grinned, "But you do, and he's pretty handsome."

"He is, but, he's also impulsive."

Hawks blushed, his feathers ruffled, "I'm not impulsive."

Mika laughed, "Yes, you are. You know you are."

"Maybe I'm just thinking ahead," he huffed.

She smirked and sat up, "Whatever helps you sleep at night."

She moved to get up when he grabbed her, "You help me sleep at night."

A small blush appeared on her cheeks, "Good. I wouldn't be able to stand you cranky."

He chuckled and released her, "I hope I didn't make you uncomfortable earlier."

Mika had to think for a moment before it dawned on her. She shook her head, "Not at all." She ruffled his damp hair and moved to check her cameras.