Mha fluff/angst oneshots

🥀 Hawks 🥀

TW's in the description!

Hawks POV:

I am a victim.

January 26, xxxx

I remember how cold it was, waking the streets after the war had happened. My wings hadn't quite healed yet, my back ached with every twist and movement I made, but I was tired of being cramped in that house. And fine, I'll admit I had a bit much to drink so I wasn't thinking all too clearly at the moment. I shouldn't have gone out so late, especially knowing that villains would be after me, knowing that he would be looking for me.

I remember shivering as the wind blew and found a strange comfort to the distant siren in the background. The streets were always quieter at night, maybe that is why Erasure Head loves patrolling at night.

The more I walked, the more I felt like I was being watched, but I shrugged it over as dumb drunk paranoia. It was silent, I would have been able to hear someone if I were being followed. Just because I was out of work doesn't make me any less attentive than I usually am, although a Breathalyzer could beg to differ.

It happened all too fast. One moment, I stopped to bask in the large gust of wind, my mind at peace for the first time since everything had happened, and the next, my body was tackled and I saw furious teal eyes. A streetlight caused it to be hard to tell who was on top of me, but I knew. I knew when I felt a knife plunge into my stomach, being twisted as I let out a silent scream of agony. I knew when the knife slide out briefly before being thrusted back into a new spot.

"I hate you!" The dark, guttural voice yelled as he continued to stab me. I cried, but I didn't utter a single plea to stop. I saw this coming; it was what I deserved for killing his friend.

Eventually, I came out of my self-deprecative thoughts and my hands grabbed his wrists, causing him to stop stabbing me. My eyes were wide as my body felt cold, blood pooling through my clothes. I grabbed the knife and threw it.

"I'm gonna kill you if it's the last thing I do," he panted out, blue flames cascading from his body. He grabbed my wrists and pinned them to the concrete, gravel digging into my skin. My once cold body now burnt with the soaring heat that entrapped me and him. He screamed, his voice was cracking and he was so angry. He had every right to be angry at me. My screams mingled with his, my healing wings once again being burnt down and my skin bubbling and blistering. I cried for help, my voice finally deciding I've had enough. The quiet streets were no longer so peaceful, and my good night had crumbled into a night of dismay.

I was going to die by the hands of a man I betrayed. Of a man I had found myself becoming fond of, comfortable around. I told myself I couldn't let it happen while. Undercover, but it happened and happened fast. I was in love with someone I knew I couldn't have. Someone I knew I had to hurt. And I was going to die by his hands.

Karma comes around in a circle. And mine came to an ending fate.

I remember the sirens after his body had been taken off mine. Erasure Head had came in to rescue me. But did I really deserve to be saved? 

I was rushed into the emergency room and apparently had surgery to help with the stab wounds along with some skin grafts for the burns. Once I woke up, I felt like a shell of what I once was. I fully expected to die. I was ready for it, if I'm being honest. I had done terrible things and was the living embodiment why villains hate heroes. Part of me even hoped I had died.

That night was a broken record in my mind, playing on loop over and over again. Some nights, I even thought I was reliving them, his body on top of mine with his cold knife embedded deep into my core. No one told me what happened to him after that night; if he was captured, if he got away. I was left wondering and it ate away at my insides.