A Pluck at a Time

How many feathers a wing?

This sucks. How did I end up here? Not gonna lie, the bed isn't really the most comfortable. Man, I wish I could've been a regular person, not a hero. This really isn't for me. Something feels weird.

Hawks laid on the bed. The hospital bed. It wasn't just any hospital bed either. This bed, this run-down abandoned building, this strange feeling that keeps making Hawks shift around. The chains around his wrists that lead to the wall, the messy hair that couldn't be fixed, the cockroach roaming about. What's happening? He sent a feather into his pocket, a small feather, slipped inside and checked his belongings. He didn't bring his phone and his other gear weren't seen. His visors didn't fall off his head when he jerked his head down, his headphone couldn't be seen nor could he feel them. Hawks tucked his wings, something made him uncomfortable. Shifting around the bed, making himself fully aware of his surroundings. No windows, no other bed. For once he couldn't think. Must be all the days effort and escaping from who knows how long ago. Hawks slipped a feather under his shirt to lift it up, he hadn't realized his wound from Toga until the sharp pain hit him like a bull. His wound wasn't bandaged. It was dried blood, dried blood sitting on top of his wound. His head was pounding, there was no way his feather could check that, but it did anyways. The feeling of bandages wrapped around his head made Hawks exhale deeply.  The hospital bed didn't feel right. This whole situation didn't feel right. The clanging of the metal door opening and closing didn't help. Entering the room wasn't a tall figure or a short one like Toga's. Hawks tried to break free anyways knowing that some psycho was behind this anyways. His feathers tried to go around the room or turn into swords he could use to cut free. It didn't work. Footsteps could be heard, louder, louder, louder. 

Stop.

Blue hair, hands everywhere, black shirt, crusty and dry skin. Hawks knew who that was immediately. Shigaraki. Tomura Shigaraki. One of the most wanted villain, leader of the League of villians. Way to go Hawks, got yourself into some more trouble. Yikes. His head was pounding like crazy and having to use his brain, to think of the multiple outcomes to the scenario wasn't helping. Shigaraki moved closer, carefully holding a feather in front of him. Hawks' feathers went back to his wings as he stared silently, expecting the outcome to be on his end. Instead, it was on Shigaraki's end. The disintegration of the feather right in front of Hawks' eyes. His mouth agape as he stared shockingly. The dust falling down onto the hospital bed. Shigaraki was threating him. The feather just turned to dust. Dust that fell into a pile on the bed. The bed Hawks was chained too. Hawks calmed down, or at least showed that he was calmed down. In his head, it was a different story, he was scared. His feathers on his wings wanted to be used. To be used in battle. He just couldn't do it. Even with his experiences, he couldn't. There was no way. His hands were bound. His legs felt numb. Wings twitched as his eyes jittered uncontrollably. Shigaraki's mouth opened and Hawks wanted him to say he was free to leave. Wanted. Never got what he wanted ever though. Of course, this was the same.

"Pro hero Hawks. The hero to fast for his own good? You aren't attacking or taking any of your feathers off your wings. Do you realize your situation? You must be really lucky to be alive. Spinner found you in the forest. I'm guessing Toga made that wound when she was out."

Shigaraki observed the messy blondes dried wound. He never really talked liked this. Not this calm or sane. It made Hawks uneasy. He responded, seriously responded. Not his regular calm and cool voice. A more strict one, but his head was pounding, so he made his voice quieter then usual.

"Why am I here? Spinner could've easily taken control and killed me then and there." Hawks actually didn't care about his own question. He was tired and wanted to buy time for the heroes, if they ever found out about his disappearance. 

"You're here because it'd be waste not to use you." 

Short, simple, explained the situation very well. Shigaraki turned around, walking to a cabinet. A cabinet that was opened and showed old medicines, rusty surgical items, lots of drugs and bandages and threads. To Hawks surprise, Shigaraki didn't use any of them and went past them to the back of the cabinet. A match box. It was dusty and to be honest, Hawks would've been even more surprised if it could still work. Then it made him think, the only thing that would be flammable would be the building, right? There was no way Shigaraki would burn an abandoned building. Wrong. Wrong. Wrong, he could, but that wasn't the use for these matchsticks. Shigaraki took them and walked out. A little random, just walking out after what he just said. Hawks thought it'd be a good time to look around again since the cabinet was left open, giving him more objects to work with against the cuffs. His thinking didn't last long and not even one feather was removed from his wings to grab an item, more sounds came from out of the room. Boots thumping against the concrete floor, opening the door, making a creak before closing and coming from out of the shadow. His hair was black, scars that were held by staples against the healthy skin, Blue glowing eyes that gave an ice cold glare down. A smirk that could leave anyone frozen. He burned himself so many times its surprises Hawks every time that this man still has eyebrows. Or just any hair in general. This was worse than he had thought. Dabi, another wanted villain, just entered into the room. Not only that, but this villain was an arsonist, and someone who didn't care for anyone. He hated everyone and didn't admire a single hero. Hawks couldn't move again. His quirk could kill him instantly in this position. Hawks didn't want to die this way, which was good because he wasn't going too. After all, Shigaraki did say they putting him to some use. Dabi stopped smirking and walked out, only to walk back inside holding a stool. He sat on that stool next to the bed Hawks laid in. Dabi was and is a tease. Trailing his finger lightly over Hawks' wings before caressing his hand and rubbing his knuckles. Trailing back down to his wrists and taking a key out of his pocket, letting it slide into the keyhole. Turning it and unlocking. Hawks sat up immediately. His cheeks were a subtle pink as he sat to the far end of the bed. Getting distance away from Dabi and against the corner. He tucked in his wings again after ruffling some feathers out.