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“𝐴 𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑙𝑑 𝑤𝘩𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝘩𝑒𝑟𝑜𝑒𝑠 𝘩𝑎𝑣𝑒 𝑚𝑜𝑟𝑒 𝑓𝑟𝑒𝑒 𝑡𝑖𝑚𝑒 𝑡𝘩𝑎𝑛 𝑡𝘩𝑒𝑦 𝑐𝑎𝑛 𝘩𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑙𝑒.

𝐼’𝑙𝑙 𝑑𝑜 𝑎𝑛𝑦𝑡𝘩𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑖𝑡 𝑡𝑎𝑘𝑒𝑠 𝑡𝑜 𝑎𝑐𝘩𝑖𝑒𝑣𝑒 𝑡𝘩𝑖𝑠.

𝐸𝑣𝑒𝑛 𝑖𝑓 𝑖𝑡 𝑚𝑒𝑎𝑛𝑠 𝑔𝑒𝑡𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑚𝑦 𝕙𝕒𝕟𝕕𝕤 𝕕𝕚𝕣𝕥𝕪 .”

𝑀𝑎𝑐𝘩𝑖𝑎𝑣𝑒𝑙𝑙𝑖 (𝑛𝑜𝑢𝑛)

1. 𝑎 𝑝𝑒𝑟𝑠𝑜𝑛 𝑝𝑒𝑟𝑐𝑒𝑖𝑣𝑒𝑑 𝑎𝑠 𝑝𝑟𝑒𝑝𝑎𝑟𝑒𝑑 𝑡𝑜 𝑢𝑠𝑒 𝑢𝑛𝑒𝑡𝘩𝑖𝑐𝑎𝑙 𝑚𝑒𝑎𝑛𝑠 𝑡𝑜 𝑔𝑎𝑖𝑛 𝑎𝑛 𝑎𝑑𝑣𝑎𝑛𝑡𝑎𝑔𝑒.

- @one-random-artist

Aw, thanks arty. How long has it been? About a year maybe? Mod baby had a tough year going through basic and a few injuries, but she's in a place called AIT now. Basically army college. If your world had a school for heroes like ours did, AIT is probably the closest you guys get to it. She's got a long way to go, but I think she's improving a lot.

Hey, thanks pigeon. I know it's been a long time and I haven't been able to respond to anything, but both the mod and I appreciate the kind words. She gets a bit lonely at times. So thanks for thinking of her.

Also sure! How do you want it? Call ya babybird--fuxk! (Sorry dropped the phone on my face). How about pigeon? I think it fits the grey little anony you guys are.

But yeah, pigeon, thanks for worrying about me too. I'm not gonna lie and say I'm fine, but I don't regret any of the stuff I've had to do. Whether that's facing down the league or getting dirty for the commission. It's all worth it knowing you and everyone else can live freely.

If by something bad you mean breaking and entering into one of Kayla's performances to watch her from the rafters than, yes, you would indeed not see anything.

Hawks didn't have many chances to have fun like he used to, and the super hero idol just so happened to be one of the many artists had had saved on his phone.

So when he realized she was on tour in town Hawks and currently performing, Hawks didn't waste time flying onto the roof and slipping in through a maintenance panel to perch in the rafters high above.

"A-Are you okay?" The boy asked, apparently not finding anything wrong with his ability to heal. He was clearly not from a rich home, his clothing was second hand and had more holes than swiss cheese, the backpack and stuff by the wall indicated he was homeless, and he was... thin. Really thin, clearly starving. With that ability and his circumstances, the Commission would consume him.

When Keigo had planned out this mission, he hadn't expected it to go wrong so horribly. He had been on the Commission's hit list for a good six months now and had gotten used to the suits that came after him. Normally all it took was some fancy flying to escape them.

Apparently the new head finally got wise and hired an actual hero this time. And Edgeshot was a particularly nasty bastard to escape. Hawks had been holding back because he didn't actually want to harm any heroes that really wanted to do good, but the bastard had gone straight for his wings.

So he had shifted from avoidance to non-lethal take-down tactics. He didn't want to start collecting hero kills like Stain did, but he wouldn't falter if it came to him or some zealot hero. So Edgeshot was missing an eye now. Hawks thought he had gotten it worse though.

After blinding the hero temporarily, he had darted in between buildings with his injured wings and would have gotten to the outskirts, except a particularly hard thrust of his wings had snapped main dorsal bone that connected one of his wings to his shoulder blade.

And then Hawks took a deep dive to the right and crashed straight through the glass ceiling of an abandoned mill factory.

Hawks knew he had broken many bones and was expecting to have to crawl his way to a payphone to call one of his contacts, except his luck seemed to have finally won out, and some kid with a healing quirk just happened to be right where he crashed.

"Huh..." Hawks stared up at the kid from his position still lying on the floor. Whatever he had done had healed all of his broken bones and most of the deep tissue wounds. Taking quick stock of the kid as his mind worked back up to functional capacity, he quickly put two and two together and realized the kid was homeless.

Keigo considered it. One one hand he didn't quite care for being called "chan". But on the other, he loved distancing himself as much as possible from the Hawks persona the HSPC had conditioned into him.

Thank you for coming to my tedtalk next up why Hawks is a bottom…

you run into hawks on the street. he seems pleased to meet you.

open challenge for anyone who wants to color in my hawks linework. tag me with your finished product.

if hawks had jareth’s hairstyle from the labyrinth