Butterflies Dabi x OC

4. Bar? 🦋

Present time
(Brooklyn's POV)🦋

I walk into the club with a tight red dress. Red seems to be my go to color for everything, huh? Even my butterflies were red!

Hawks said tomorrow I would get a further explanation on the mission I would be payed to do with him. I really hope it's something I am capable of... not that I'm not strong, it's just if hero's need this much help then damn. These missions seem to be pretty intense.

"And what can I get for you pretty girl~?" The bartender at the bar said to me as I walked up to him.

"Hm...what do you recommend?" I ask the bartender, ignoring his flirtation look. Why would I pay attention to that? I don't like him. Don't know him. Don't wanna know him.  And he probably does this to every girl who asks for a drink.

"Gotcha." He says before he slips me a drink and winks. "On the house~" he states in a flirty tone. I ignore it a walk to a seat at the bar.

The music is blasting to the point where you could feel the vibration of every music sound in the song, on the floor. Girls dancing on guys laps, strippers everywhere, guys loving it.  It was the perfect spot for low life's who either wanted to have a drink while watching the show or get a quick fuck.

This wasn't really my style... not normally how I would let out stress. But here I am. Hoping to get drunk and forget about my worries in life.

Being on my 3rd sip quickly turned into being on my 11th sip of the one drink.

Then that one drink turned into 2 drinks...

And 3...

And 4...

How ever many helps me sleep at night I guess.

I sigh and throw my head back. This day has been stressful. Hawks always up my ass for some mission.

At least I get money though !

"Yeah whatever. Get me my drink you sorry fuck." A raspy deep voice stated from across the bar. I look up with interest at the harsh impolite voice.

There I saw a scarred stapled man, tall, and slim. He seemed to be pissed at the bartender for giving him the wrong drink.

After a while I feel my head pounding. The drinks were supposed to make me forget, but I guess not.

"Adios princesa~" The bartender waved to me, and spoke to me in Spanish. I guess that was his way of flirting and trying to be charming.

I force a smile and wave back.

Jeez my head hurts like hell. I'm burning up.

I close my eyes for a second at the sudden headache pain from the blasting music. As I began to walk out the club, I feel my heels quickly fail on me. Tripping me and sending me face first to the floor.

"Look at where the fuck your going!" I hear a raspy voice yell at me as he caught me mid fall. Both hands on my waist, supporting me as I stood up.

"I'm sorry! Really, I am!" I apologize to him, putting my arms up defensively like I'm not a highly trained assassin that could drop him in a second.

I'm definitely out of it right now.

"Get out of my way." The scarred man states firmly, and walks away from me. I scoff drunkly, taking my limp body and what's left of my pride home.

Don't know who the fuck that was but he better fix his attitude...

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(Time skip: The next day)

"Do you both understand the rules and what you will be working to accomplish on this mission? Hawks and Brooklyn. Don't let me down." The boss states after he is done explaining the mission to me and hawks. Hawks nodded his head at the boss reassuring the assignment for this mission but this was all news to me.

I knew the hero's would do anything to get what they thought was "right". But were they really this down bad that they wanted me and hawks to convince others we're villains?

I'm no hero, but if I was I wouldn't be proud right now.

"Let me get this straight. We have to convince the league of villains that we have turned to there side and want to be apart of the league?" I ask with concern.

"Yes. If they don't want you on there team then offer your help even if it's not as a member. Also, your not a hero, your an assassin. So it would be easier for the league to believe, don't you think?" The boss states, not really giving my concerns another thought and shoeing me and hawks out his off.

"Some things the hero's do may seem cruel but it's for the better Brooklyn. Got that? So we have to try our best to get information out of them." Hawks tells me as he sees my dislike at the idea.

"Yeah whatever, I understand." I shrug it off. "You really think a group of broken villains are going to be dumb enough to believe our crap?"

"What do you mean? It's not crap." Hawks says in the chicken weirdo voice.

"Uh kinda is." I say childishly "All of a sudden a hero turns on his own people, destroying his admiration and being put on a pedestal, to turn into a villain. For no reason." I put my hands on my hips.

"You got a point, huh" he laughs a bit. Hawks is great at lying, I'm sure he'll come up with something to tell the LOV.

"And you think there just gonna let you in with open arms because you got an assassin chick backing you up?" I shake my head, completely doubtful.

"It's fine, we'll come up with a plan. Alright? Don't worry your pretty little head off sweetheart." He says as he smirks.

"Yeah yeah, get some rest you chicken bastard" I say before he nods as an "goodbye" and walks away. I better get some sleep, it's gonna be a big day tomorrow. I'm probably gonna have to save the chicken from getting his ass beat by the league of villains.