Strings (BNHA x OC) [Rewrite]

8 || Visit

—Later That Night, 11:23pm—
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Puppet opened the window of her room, letting the cool chill of the night into the small living space.

She sat on the rim of the window, sliding herself out and using strings to climb up to the roof.

For a moment, she stood on the roof looking out in the direction she intended to go, then she set off.

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Puppet stayed amongst the shadows through her half-hour journey before coming up beside a fifty-story tall residential building.

She looked up at the very top of the building. The penthouse suite.

She spotted the penthouse's large balcony. Carefully, she scaled the side of the near-skyscraper of a building, wrapping strings around the railings of lower balconies for security as she went.

When she reached the top, she stepped onto the penthouse's balcony. She looked around briefly, noticing how a large portion of the balcony didn't have a railing. To quickly land and take off from, she assumed.

She smiled as she saw one of the two glass doors into the home slightly ajar.

She nudged the door open a little wider, slipping into the residence and silently closing the door behind her.

The room she walked into was near pitch-black. She could barely make out that she had stepped into what seemed to be a living room, the faint outline of a couch and coffee table registering in her view.

She hadn't taken but five careful strides into the room before she was interrupted.

"So you did intend to follow through on your threat," a voice right behind her spoke lowly.

She jolted in alarm and whirled around in the darkness, seeing the figure of a person. Her fist was caught right before it met with the person's face.

Her hand was pushed slightly away.

"Ah, ah, ah." There was smugness seeping into their—or rather his—tone. There was no mistaking who this person was.

The lights flicked on and Puppet winced at the sudden brightness.

When she looked again, she found Hawks' eyes looking into hers. Annoyingly, he seemed amused.

He smirked. "Welcome to my humble abode, Puppet Master."

He was in his hero attire, save for his jacket, which he had taken off, leaving him in the shirt he wore underneath.

"And here I thought you wanted nothing to do with me," he jeered.

She blinked. "Why are you—"

"Awake?" he finished, releasing her hand from his grip. "Just call me a night owl."

She took a step back. "You were waiting."

"Yes I was. I'm a very patient man," he said. "And I was curious if you would actually come and try to kill me."

"Well, I'm a woman of my word." She took another step away, turning and starting to walk about the room, looking around.

He gave a bewildered expression. "Well then make yourself at home, I guess," he said.

She meandered around, going to the counter of the kitchen and running her hand lazily over the granite countertop.

"So... penthouse," she remarked. "Livin' the life, huh?"

"Being the number two hero has its perks." He noticed that her gaze lingered over the knife block sitting next to the stove a little too long for his liking.