Strings (BNHA x OC) [Rewrite]

7 || Assignment

—The Same Day, Nightfall—
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I should be on time, Hawks told himself as he started to walk down the alley leading to the bar.

He glanced at his watch — 7:42pm.

I'm too fast, he thought gleefully as he opened the bar door and stepped inside.

Sitting on his usual stool at the bar, Shigaraki looked over at the winged man. Also looking at him, Shigaraki's loyal second in command—Kurogiri—stood behind the bar.

"Welcome, Hawks," the warp villain greeted as Hawks closed the door.

"Hello, Kurogiri, Shigaraki," he greeted back, glancing between the two villains. "What did you want me for?"

"You're getting your first task." Shigaraki turned in his seat to look at the hero more comfortably.

"Tell me what it is and I'll get it done," Hawks said.

The leader narrowed his eyes, as if he didn't think much of the winged man's abilities. "Kurogiri, explain it to him," he ordered.

The warp villain sighed. "You will be retrieving information from Endeavor's hero agency and bringing it to us."

"Okay, what information?" Hawks was curious. Just what might the villainous group want from the number one hero's agency?

"Since he's now the number one hero, he'll have information on us. Get it." Shigaraki's tone didn't even try to hide his impatience.

"When can you get the information?" Kurogiri asked, looking at the number two hero.

Hawks took a moment to mentally go over his schedule for the next week before responding.

"Next time I go to Endeavor's agency is Thursday," he answered. "I can get the information and get it to you by that night."

Kurogiri nodded. "That works well. Be here by nine o'clock Thursday night, then."

"Will-do," the winged man responded. He looked around the room idly, finding that the bar was completely empty besides himself, Shigaraki, and Kurogiri. "By the way, is anyone else here?"

The warp villain contemplated for a moment, but ultimately decided to answer truthfully. "Aside from the three of us, Puppet Master is on the roof."

So she's here, Hawks thought. Intriguing...

"Is that all you want?" he asked, prepared to leave.

"Yes. Now leave," Shigaraki hissed.

"Alrighty then." Hawks turned, walking out of the bar.

Once he got outside, he started thinking. So I have to get information from Endeavor. That shouldn't be too hard.

He looked up towards the roof of the building. It would be bad manners if I didn't go and say hi, wouldn't it?

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"Fancy meeting you here," a voice said from behind Puppet.

She inwardly groaned. Dammit.

Hawks steadily walked forwards, approaching her side.

"Who told you I was up here?"

"Kurogiri."

Dammit, Kurogiri.

"I saw what you did this morning — it was all over the news," the winged man said.

She gave an unamused hum. "What do you want?"

He pointed at her with his gloved hand. "I want to know who the pretty lady behind the mask is."

Wow, straight to the point. She commended his bluntness. Well, that's too bad.

"That"—she turned and grabbed a hold of his coat collar. It wasn't a harsh grip, but enough to pull him slightly closer—"is not for you to know, pretty boy."

She smirked as she saw him ever so slightly tense. She let go of him and turned back to look at the sun. It was now setting, tinting the sky a nice shade of orange.

Hawks straightened himself. He fixed his collar, pulling at it to straighten it out.

"Well, why not?" he asked.

"People wear masks to hide their identity. If I were to tell you who I am, it defeats the entire purpose," she said flatly. "If you want to know who I am, you're going to have to try harder than that."

He smiled. "Then try harder I shall."

"Hmph."

The sun had lowered behind a line of buildings and would go down behind them, not providing much more of a view.

Puppet stepped back and walked over to the edge of the roof that the door to the bar was at. She looked down at the window to her room, which was open.

I can swing in using my strings, she thought.

"What'cha lookin' at?" Hawks asked, sauntering behind her and peering over her shoulder.

"That's none of your concern."

"Well, I'll make it my concern." He nudged her with his arm. "What'cha lookin' at?"

She spun around, and within a second, she had strings wrapped around his neck. She pulled on the strings so his face was mere inches from her own.

"You're lucky." Her voice was low and dangerous. "If you weren't a member of the League... you would be dead right now."

His mouth twisted into a smirk.

Her eyes narrowed. This cocky bastard.

The strings were cut by a flying vermillion feather. "I probably would be," he agreed, stepping back and pulling the loose strings from around his neck.

"You seem like you want to tempt my hand," she said. "Are you interested in dying tonight?"

"Nope; I'm still young. And you don't know where I live."

She smiled at that. "One might beg to differ. It's not hard to figure out where the number two hero lives."

"Well, it'd be interesting if you were to show up."

"I just might," she drawled.

"Then I just might leave out a plate of cheese and crackers for your arrival," he said. "What do you think?"

She tsked, turning around to the edge of the building. She let some strings fall from her fingers, coiling them around a small pole protruding from the roof.

"No." She jumped off the roof and swung into the window, leaving Hawks alone on the rooftop.

Hawks looked over the edge of the building, seeing that the window Puppet had just swung into was now closed.

He sighed.

She wasn't the friendliest—and definitely not the most open about herself—but that's what made her all the more interesting.

His mind lingered on her threat. "Are you interested in dying tonight?" He would have to keep his guard up.

His grumbling stomach brought him out of his thoughts. He hadn't eaten dinner yet, and he started to think of some restaurants.

I'll just go to the KFC on my way back. He opened his wings and took off from the roof.