The Angel (hawks x reader)

Gunshots.

"Uh, yeah, that's me."

"Cool. You're late."

"Sorry about that! I really was trying to get here on time!"

"I know, I'm just pulling your leg, kid." He said chuckling.

You were confused by the nick-name. "Kid? We look the same age."

"Ah, I guess you're right. Can I call you adult then?" He said smirking at his own joke.

"Hm, let me think, No. You can call me H/N.

"Man, you're literal. All business huh?"

"Well yeah, I mean, what else?"

"Loosen up, kid. This is real life, not your cubical you sit in all day."

"Whatever. Let's just start this patrol. I got things to do after this." You start walking at an fast-paced walk.

"What'cha got after this?" He asked wondering why you're so tense.

"Things. Like other jobs." You said in a passive-aggressive tone.

"Hmm."

A good 20 minutes passed before the silence was broken. It wasn't by you or Hawks, though. You heard gunshots. You and Hawks had the same idea. You nod at each other and take of into the navy blue sky.

You were flying beside him, listening. Then you found where the gunshots came from. You swooped down. Gliding down. You saw a man on the ground.

"You find the guy who did this. I"ll tend to him." You said bending down to the unconscious man. Hawks gave you a nod and flew off.

You start putting pressure on the man's upper thigh where he was shot. You concluded that he was just passed out from shock. He should live.

What you didn't know is that the villain was lurking behind an alley way. Ready to shoot you when you got up. And that's what he did.

All you heard was bang  you turn, then it hit you, literally, it hit in your shoulder.

"AGH!" You Screamed. Not because of the pain, though, that was some of it. It was for Hawks, if he couldn't hear the gunshot he certainly heard your screaming.

"(H/N)!" You heard wings flapping. "Are you okay? I heard gunshots."

"He r-ran down west street." You tried to get up.

"Stay down, Kid. I'll get em'." You heard wings flap again. The wind coming back onto you, his scent filling your senses.

You look up. Trying to keep yourself from passing out, but if you moved you might just bust more blood vessel. You scrapped yourself across the hard ground towards the pasted out man. You weren't concerned about yourself, just the victim before you. You're totally getting fired for this.  

You are slipping in and out of consciousness, trying to wake yourself up, but soon, you black out.