The Red Feather (Hawks x Reader)

My house is a block away. Ill fly.

Oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck-

"Hey! Are you taking this cab with us- or your own", a familiar voice slurred.

Damn if only I eased up on the shots.

"Uh-", I had to grab onto the door of the cab, "Well I mean this cab is a little cramped and I don't have cash to pay for a split fare..."

"Are you sure?" one of them asked. Who said that? Which one... I try to remember the course of the night. I showed up to a local bar. My friend couldn't make it... made friends with some strangers after a few drinks.... What else..?

"Yeah do-don't worry about it. Save some cash." It's hard to talk right now. I'm not good at multitasking or speaking fluidly when I'm drunk.

I blinked dumbly as they drove off without much convincing- whoever they were.... They seemed pretty nice. They were definitely fun to party with. Watching the yellow taxi cab drive off, I realized I was swaying in place and looked around.

Fuck. I need to sit down. Get home. Can I even go home? Keys? Where did I come from... Maybe if I just walk in a direction my mind will just take over and I'll just show up. Home.

My face was really hot and, yeah, I drank a bit but I'm not drunk right now. I can do this. I took forever to rely on "sober deep breath" and dried to force my brain to think right. Pulling out my phone, I started walking through the rain.

Rain? When the fuck did that happen?

"Siri?" I slurred into my speaker phone unable to unrealize the cold wet uncomfortable feeling of wet clothes plastered against my body, "Where do I live?"

"You are currently nine and a half blocks from your home. Would you like directions?"

I rubbed my eyes, sleepy, and drunk. Wait no... I agreed with myself that I'm not drunk because I need to get home. "Uhhh yeah. Take me home."

My phone went bright white with my provider's logo and shut off. 

Fuck. It died. 

Because that's what I needed right now. I glared off into the distance taking in my situation. I shoved the piece of shit into my jacket pocket. I rubbed the bridge of my nose, chiding myself for not having money on me- or a working phone... or damn even an umbrella would be nice...

What am I doing here? Shit- do I have work tomorrow? Damn. I can't even think.

My eyes blinked unevenly and I turned to look down the street but when I did, I was met with a wave of nausea and I grabbed my head, taking a deep breath to settle it. The nausea. The dizziness. Everything was starting to look blurry when I moved too fast. What if I have to stay outside for the night? I should've taken the damn cab. Stupid, stupid, stupid-

I walked over to a nearby wall and reached out a hand to steady myself. Unfortunately the ground had other plans and came at me faster than I could notice. So did the stinging sensation on my knees, almost soothed by the rain. Which to no surprise- had started coming down harder. I can't say how long I had been there, eyes closed and trying to sober up.

"Wow. Looks like you're having a rough day. What's going on here...?"

I looked up to the smooth voice interrupting my hazy plans on getting home above my (probably) pathetic looking soaking wet self.

"What?"

When my eyes cleared the fog I got by rubbing my eyes too hard, I saw dirty blonde hair under a red umbrella lit by the streetlamp behind it.