The Worlds Collide (Tomtord fanfic debate)

Winged au

(Be aware, not everyone would have wings in this au, for future reasons.)

    Tom, with the beautiful wings of a hawk, sat on top of the roof with his wings wide, feathers bristling in the afternoon wind. These large wings were  chocolate brown, tipped with white on the outside, and all white with stripes of and spurs of brown on the inside.  The stripes ran throughout the structure like a racehorse. Almost desperate to find an end.
    Speckles of black littered the soft feathers, decorating them with contrast. The softness of them certainly differed from the rough coldness of the dirtied red roof. He sought comfort in the somewhat elevated place, he was able to look at the surrounding town, as well as the bleeding horizon. Despite the dangers that lurked nearby.
   To be completely honest, he hated it here, there was nowhere to fly, nothing to look at... other than busy people, all having somewhere to be. It bored him almost to the state of disappointment.
    His marvelous wings retracted, a cold shiver running down his spine. He pulled on his navy hoodie for warmth.
    Bellow him he heard the door open, with dread he looked down, folding his hands in his lap, unwillingly looking content.
    It was Edd. He smiled with warmth as he looked up to Tom, calm green eyes staring into voids. "Hey Tom, Matt and I are going to grab some groceries, need anything?" He shouted up at him.
    "Nah, I think I'm good." Edd nodded, but was quickly distracted by whom he assumed to be Matt inside.
    "Matt, you don't need five mirrors to get food! Now come on!" Inaudibly Matt was heard whining.
    As they fought and eventually left, Tom wondered what it would be like if the two of them had wings... much like him and Tord.
    The Brit pictured Edd's to be as pure and white as snow. Probably very angelic. As for Matt... most definitely a peacock, no doubt about it.
    The sun had fallen by this time, and the hawk still sat, or rather slept, on the roof, bundled in his wings. He failed to notice the night as his mind was a blur and in a dream state. He vaguely heard the door open, but paid minimal attention to it, he was just so... tired.
    The sound of wings flapping momentarily could be heard, that could only mean one thing, Tord.
    "What do you want commie?" Tom mumbled from under the softness of his feathers. "I'm going out... and you should get inside, you'll get sick."
    Tom lifted his head and saw the black skies surrounding him. In the midst of it all, he saw Tord as well. Wings barely outstretched. They were those of a barn owl, loaded with soft tan feathers. They were decorated with varying shades of brown and many speckles of black, they were average in sized as well.
    Keep in mind, Tom's great wings dominated Tord's by nearly two times his owl wings.
    "Oh." He stated, standing up to destroy whatever sense of being tall Tord had. "So, where are you off to tonight?" The Brit asked.
    Tord got visibly excited, "The forest, haha."
A spark ran through Tom's veins in a shiver of adrenaline. "Wait, really?" To this the commie nodded frantically, smiling largely.
Tom took his chance, "Can I... can I come?" He asked, getting excited. Tord snapped his fingers, "Sure, but get ready quick. I'm not waiting around forever." Tom nodded and jumped down from the roof, landing with a thud and the slight ruffle of his feathers.
Going inside, he ripped a satchel from his closet and packed it with a flashlight, an extra sweater, his phone, and a pocket knife. Just in case.
    As beautiful as this town appeared to be at times, it was a dangerous, dangerous place. Hunters were constantly about, in refuge of some avian's wings. They could be sold or bargained, to the right buyers with a high price. Lavishing hunters in money and sparkling new gear.
    The forest thrilled Tom, but it also scared him. Hunters could be drowning in the camouflage of the bushes, or setting nets in high trees. But he pushed his fears aside, what good was life without it's risks?
    He ran out of the house and joined Tord on the roof, from there, they were off.
    The night sky was littered with stars and a brilliant full moon, lighting their path to the army of greenery. The air was cool for it being an early summer night, it snaked through the avian's feathers as they glided, a slight flapping here and there.
The trees grew closer and taller, towering in heights Tom never imagined. His feet hit the grassy floor with a thump, while Tord was silent to landing. Stupid owl.
"What now?" Tom asked, his voice in a whisper. His wings twitched with uncertainty at the edge of the great land.
Tord remained still, his eyes fixed on something Tom couldn't see in the brush. "Tord?" The Norwegian stepped back about half an inch before shakily saying, "Hunters- they're..." he backed up nearly into the hawk. Tom felt ice go down his back. The color from his face drained, his eyes wide.
"Tom- they're gonna GET YOU!" Tord yelled as he shoved the brits shoulders. Tom jumped so badly he'd sworn his soul left his body.
The Norwegian began hysterically laughing, "Oh my god- haha! You should've seen you're face! Ahaha!" Tom growled loudly, "Ha Ha, very funny jackass." He said, punching the owl in his shoulder. "Oh it was." He responded, wiping a fake tear from his eye.
"C'mon, lets go." Tord said finally, extending a hand to Tom beyond the forest.
From there, Tord took him to great heights and led him through dark places, since his vision was shit at night. They came across a small pond that fed into a creek going downhill, and so on. It was a wondrous night, and Tom felt more in awe than he did fear.
No hunters in sight. It was quite pleasing. Eventually, they settled at the creek and leaned up against tall rocks, swapping stories and telling jokes as the water ran through with little noise.
Everything was going well until they heard it.

A gun being cocked.

(A/N; hey guys, hope you liked this part, make sure to vote if you did, and comment, "Early Birds" if you want this au to be turned into a book! Thanks) -Swingster