Danny and hawks are HPSC buddies
aka they grew up together
bonus: passive agressive duo @ HPSC
It was no secret to the public that Phantom and Hawks were thick as thieves. It's been done before, but it's still incredibly rare for heroes to co-own an agency, but to the number 2 and 13 heroes, it just made sense.
When Hawks had been a kid, he had been saved by Endeavour and had been taken in by the HPSC. It's a lot more cut-and-dry than Danny's experience. The short version? Danny was around six when he got into his accident, and the HPSC had snatched him up so fast he's surprised the kid didn't have permanent whiplash. Was that even a thing?
What's important is the giant fist coming straight for him.
Hawks, with no time to dodge, braces himself for a punch that never makes impact. Instead, a there's a firm grip around his ankle and a yank and suddenly the fist is going over his head.
"Maybe space out after we beat up the guy with a gigantification quirk, yeah?" Phantom asks, jerking a gloved thumb to the villain. Hawks blinks owlishly at him before giving him a trademark smirk.
"You gotta chill out, man," Hawks said as he flew higher, gaining a bit of distance between him and the villain.
Hawks barely has time to dodge as ice shoots out, encasing the giant villain. Phantom looks a little to smug for his liking.
"Your aim is getting worse," Hawks tells him. Phantom just throws his head back and laughs. It's cut short though when they both get the same notification on their phones.
"It's the Commission," Phantom says, his face pulling down into a frown. Hawks really couldn't blame him. Sure, the training he had gone through had been hell, and he had definitely been treated as a weapon from the start, but Danny? They had done some bad shit to him. He had no idea what it could be, his brother in everything but blood was always so closed off about that aspect of his life. But he knew it was bad.
He send a feather to Danny in hopes of a quiet reassurance.
Danny clasps his hands behind his back as casually as he can to hide how they shake. He's not afraid of anything. He hasn't been afraid of anything since he was six and died. And not even the thought of death got in his way-he knew where he was going, after all.
But Handler had always had a way of bringing out the fear in him. He's not sure if it's because she's the one who stood over him while he was strapped to the table or because she put the fear of the gods in him during training, but the trembling in his hands refused to go away when in her presence. Even now, at twenty-three, his chest clenched with anxiety.
Her sharp eyes met his, and for a second, he thought she'd figured out his secret. It was hard to keep one when he was constantly being monitored by them, and when he shared a house and an agency with Hawks, but he made it work. He couldn't tell them he's been making secret trips to the Ghost Zone to try and figure out what the fuck he is and how he's essentially been brainwashed his whole life.
"Hawks," she starts, and the feather that's been hiding with Phantom curls itself in his palms in a comforting motion. Leave it to Hawks to make him feel better when he was the one under the microscope. "We have a special mission for you. Go up and get the details. And speak of this to nobody. Not even Phantom."
"Aye aye, Captain," Hawks gave a two-fingered salute before waltzing out of the debriefing room. She turned her gaze to him, and his shoulders involuntarily tensed.
"Have you found out anything more about this Ghost Zone we found?"
"No," he lies. His hands have always been his tell, so he's glad that they're behind his back. "Nothing but ectoplasm and endless space."
"Hmf," she says, eyeing him up and down. Danny keeps his a calm, collected mask that refuses to break under her gaze. His hands are clenching and unclenching. "Do better. That place made you. It's got to have some other stuff we can use. Dismissed."
"Keigo," Danny says, not looking at him. It's supposed to be a lazy Thursday, away from missions and the agency and the watchful eyes of the Commission. "I have to show you something. But you have to promise not to tell anybody else."
Keigo sits up, fully alert. He's be a liar if he said his blood pressure didn't spike with worry at Danny's words, but he was a hero. He was good under pressure.
"Alright," he says. "What is it? A secret surprise birthday party?"
It is, in fact, not a secret surprise birthday party.
"Welcome to the Ghost Zone, Hawks," Danny says. He knows Danny had been taking the occasional field trip in here for the Commission, but it's nothing like the descriptions he's given the Handler.
Danny had once described it as a green abyss with no end, and no life. And while the 'no life' part had technically been true, it was still very lively.
Doors were scattered as far as the eye could see, and other multi-colored beings were flying back and forth. They all had that same unearthly glow that Danny did. And Danny must have made an impression here, because a few of them even waved at him.
"So..." Hawks said, looking from Danny to everywhere else. Something finally clicked in his brain as he shot the other hero a small smirk. "Secret field trips?"
"Secret field trips," Danny confirmed with a nod. "You can't tell them, though. They'll just want to use this place as a resource. But these ghosts-these people...They don't deserve to be run dry and used as a power source. Not like we were."
Hawks had a distinct feeling that Danny really meant I and not we but he kept his mouth shut because holy hell...This was big information.
"I've...Is this place secure?" He asked.
Danny shrugged. "For the most part. I know a more closed off space we can head to, though."
And head to they did. It was on a slab of purple rock that floated around a dark castle. Everybody seemed to be avoiding this area. It was perfect for Hawks to spill his secrets as well.
"I got a new mission," he said. "Well, two, actually. One deals with infiltrating the League of Villains," he paused for dramatic effect as Phantom raised an eyebrow, a prompt to go on. "The other is to spy on you. Handler doesn't believe you've been telling her the truth about this place."
"You won't tell them, will you?" Danny asked, genuinely worried. "This is-Kei, I'm finally getting some straight answers as to what I am. I'm a halfa. A half ghost. And I'm half dead. And it's so nice to to talk to people who understand what it's like to learn how to not breath and Kei-my powers. I've made so much progress since finding this place. And I feel so much energized! It's like-"
"-You belong here?" Hawks asked, amused. Danny predictably sputtered.
"What? Well-no-yes? I don't know," he said, defeated. "I know my place is back home where I can help people. But I know that a part of me needs to keep coming back here, too. It's like this is the last puzzle piece that I didn't even know was missing."
"Maybe it's instinctual," Hawks said with a shrug. "Maybe you're drawn to this place because you're apparently Casper."
He got a punch in the arm for his troubles.
"I won't say a word about this," he says after a few minutes of silence between them. He can see why Danny likes it so much. Overstimulation is often a problem he has to deal with. Here though, floating on this rock in an endless, green abyss it was quiet. Peaceful, even. Hawks was never one to stop and smell the roses like Danny was, but even he could appreciate the feeling of tranquility standing still for once gave him. "Besides...I think after the League mission I'm going defective."
Danny whirled around, eyes wide and bright, pinning him with those toxic green eyes.
"Defective? Kei, are you sure?" Hawks nods, and, to his great relief, Danny's face splits into a massive grin.
"That's great! When you do, I'm coming with you. Thick and thin, remember?" Danny held out his pinky. Hawks smiled as he linked his pinky with Danny's, giving it a tight squeeze.