Chapter 13: Plead The Fifth

It had been almost a week since the testing. You laid in a hospital bed - the top part elevated so that you were almost sitting up. The bland room smelling of sterilization, and undertones of the artificial fragrance contained in soaps and cleaners.


You were in and out of consciousness throughout the week, and today - you have finally woken up.


Hawks was the first one you saw...


He was there every single day; missing even most of his Hero work. Even the Press was breathing down his back; questioning his whereabouts.


Hawks was a rare sight to begin with, but when they found out that he was making frequent visits to the hospital, the amount of security had to be doubled in order to keep prying eyes away from him. Everyone wanted to know 'who the Number 2 was visiting in the hospital so often'.


Would make the headlines - no doubt!


But Hawks' sidekicks made sure to cover what patrol routes he'd usually do. Also answering questions the Press pressured upon his agency. Hawks wanted to be there when you woke up. And the stir of the media wasn't going to keep that from him.


What an arduous week.


When you opened your eyes and came to, you saw the Number 2 Pro Hero leaned back in one of the chairs. His massive wings sprawled out towards the floor, and his legs propped up on a coffee table before him as he stared up at the ceiling. His arms also rested upon his abdomen with his fingers laced together - as if he were deep in thought.


His Hero outfit dawned upon his fit physique; insinuating that he was still ready for anything. His yellow visors pushed back on his head, and his headphones around his neck.


You silently admired the sight of the Number 2 Pro in your hospital room.


This man... who could be anywhere in the world that he wants... was here with you. Because he wanted to be.


But your heart monitor gave you away; the beating of your organ increased as you admired this bird man - and that caught his attention.


His head whipped your way as he quickly stood up - glad to see that you were finally awake and aware.


"Well, good morning, sunshine!" Hawks beamed. "Glad to see that you're finally awake."


Your muscles ached as you began to feel the bruises that probably littered your body. "Definitely not a good morning." You groaned. "But glad that I'm awake too."


And as he made his way to the foot of your bed - Hawks then rested both of his arms beside your legs, and sat down next to you.


You smiled in return, but that smile quickly faltered as you realized that you must look like a goddamn wreck.


You raised your hand to cover the lower half of your face - the SpO2 monitor clipped to your index finger beeped as you turned your head slightly to the side.


Hawks scrunched his brows together - your smile that transitioned to discomfort happened so fast - he knew you were feeling self conscious.


But to him... you were absolutely gorgeous. You were alive and well, and he couldn't be more of a happier bird.


Hawks inched closer to you, reaching for your hand as he gently guided it down and away from your face.


With a light squeeze from his palm, you could still feel his warmth through his black gloves. He then used his other hand to softly cup your cheek; turning you to face him once again.


"Please don't look away from me." He pleaded, his golden eyes formed into slits as he focused his full attention on you.


Hawks' hand then slid from your cheek and made its way to your chin; cupping it within his delicate grasp.


Chills formed up and down your arms, and a coil within your lower half created sinful thoughts on it's own.


His hand holding your chin then slipped down to your neck; resting his palm against the supple and soft flesh in that sensitive area. He could feel your heartbeat quicken beneath his touch.


"I don't need a monitor to tell me how fast your heart races when you're near me." He smirked.


"You've said something like that before." You choked.


"And I'm saying it again."


You were stunned in the moment; looking from eye to eye - as if trying to read the Pro Hero's thoughts.


Your eyes then wandered to those brilliant crimson wings of his, as they were slightly fanned out behind him.


You wanted to touch them. And that feeling of wanting to run your fingers through his soft-looking quills must've been easy to read on your face.


"Do you want to touch them?"


You quickly met Hawks' eyes once again, your surprised look and hesitance to answer him - silently confirmed that, that was exactly what you wanted to do.


The winged-Hero inched higher up your bed; now sitting directly beside you as he extended one of his wings toward and around your upper frame.


You looked to the massive red wing hovering next to you, and then to Hawks again. He raised his eyebrows as if to urge you to go ahead - a look of amusement spread in his features.


You slowly reached out - and gently placed your palm flat upon the base of his wing. You then cupped your hand slightly to get the full texture within your feelers.


His wings were soft... so soft that you began to admire the fine details within each feather - as if each quill had a life of it's own.


You then slid your hand downward to caress the bigger quills.


Hawks shivered as you ran your fingers through them; your fingertips greedily grazing against the silky feeling.


His feathers ruffled in response to his shivers, and when that happened, you looked back over to the Pro Hero.


His eyes were hooded, and his features relaxed. But a burning ache riddled in his golden orbs.


Your own desires came to surface, as Hawks then inched even closer to you - his face just centimeters from yours.


You could hear his uneven breaths as your noses were about to touch - his focus now on your slightly parted lips.


You then subconsciously bit your lower lip... and that sent him off the edge.


And just as he was going to close that small distance between the two of you... the sound of a door opened - causing you to flinch backward.


The over exaggerated exhale that Hawks let out was mixed with a low growl of frustration - as a Doctor walked in with his nose in a medical chart.


You recognized this Doctor, because well... you worked for him. And he was that despicable man who was married, and constantly made passes at you.


"For Christ sake, Doctor Vance!" You spat. "Knock?"


Doctor Vance shot his gaze up to look at you - and when he saw the close proximity of Hawks... and the glare he bestowed upon him, Doctor Vance instantly regretted his decisions.


"Oh! I am so sorry, Y/N! Should I... come back another time? I didn't know you had company."


You sighed. "No... but what is so important that you just simply walk into a patients room without knocking?"


"Sorry, Y/N." Doctor Vance continued as he winked at you. "I suppose being my employee, I've grown comfortable with that."


You eyed the man - his excuse and actions were completely unprofessional. You knew he didn't do that to any other 'employees'.


Yes, Doctor Vance was considered attractive to some - and somewhat on the young side... but that gave him no excuse to treat you the way he did.


You were not interested in him. Period. And you've made that clear on many occasions.


"I was just bringing your file to your room." Doctor Vance admitted as he licked his lips. "And checking on you."


"Okay. Are you - ..."


But before you could finish, Hawks stood up - and a different aura surrounded him. Something you've never seen or felt when around him before.


"No." Hawks spoke sternly. "That is not okay. What if she were changing? Or in a state that she needed to adjust before someone came into the room? You KNOCK first. As you would with any patient."


The air became thick as you watched Hawks from behind - him giving the Doctor a piece of his mind.


"Is that her file?" Hawks asked as he held out his hand.


"Yes." Doctor Vance shifted uncomfortably. "Are you her boyfriend or something? Because unless you have direct relations to Y/N, then I can't d-"


"I am the Number 2 Pro Hero, and you're denying me vital information on someone that I DO have relations with." Hawks' tone was laced with venom. "Now whether that is platonic or romantically - is none of your business... Doc-tor."


Doctor Vance's eyes widened with unease as he shakily handed Hawks your file.


Hawks snatched the folder with a flick of his wrist, as Doctor Vance apologized. "I-I'm sorry. You're right."


"Damn straight I am right." Hawks exclaimed as he panned through your file. "Out of 300 languages - and I decided to speak facts. Now get the hell out."


'Woah'. Was all you could think. 'That was fucking... sexy.'


The Doctor didn't hesitate as he hastily disappeared from the room.


"Well - looks like you're good to go, Kid!" Hawks beamed as he twirled around with a smile as he held up your discharge papers.


You burst out laughing, as you couldn't contain with what had just happened.


"Hmmm... maybe you're not good to go. Should I check your temperature?" Hawks thumbed his chin jokingly. "What's so funny, Sweetheart?"


"T-That was awesome." You chuckled, trying to catch your voice in between laughs. "Doctor Vance is such a pig. So thank you."


"Wait... a pig?" Hawks cocked his head to the side as the realization dawned on him. "You mean... he's tried hitting on you? Flirt with you?"


"Many times. No matter how much I tell him to stop."


Hawks' face lost all amusement as he turned to storm out of the room. "I don't think I scared him enough then."


You quickly grabbed the bottom of his jacket; clinging to the ivory fur-lining, and pulling him back towards you. "Please don't go."


Hawks rapidly blinked his eyes, his jaw unhinged, and his eyes softened. "You know that I will never be too far from you, Baby Bird."


He then made his way back to the side of your bed; sitting back down beside you.


"I thought you were dead that day, Kid. Don't ever do that again." He exclaimed.


"I don't plan on to." You huffed. "That was too much."


But as you absorbed Hawks' words, you had realized he had said 'that day'.


"Uh... how long have I been in here??" You asked as you looked around the room.


"A week."


"A whole week?! Shit."


"Well..." Hawks continued as he held up your file. "Says here that when you wake, you may be discharged. Seems that is your body's way of recovering - is through sleep. It's apparently more than the average being - due to more oxygen flowing through your bloodstream. Must be apart of your Quirk." Hawks continued as he then thumbed through your folder. "Jesus. You were here not too long ago with two broken legs, four fractured ribs, one broken ar-..."


But before Hawks could finish, you retracted the folder away from him.


He was reading aloud of when you had first arrived in this world... and you still didn't want to know the extent of your injuries.


"What... what happened to you?" Hawks' eyes glossed over; thinking about how much pain you must've been in.


"Quirk related."


You gripped the file as you looked down; ashamed to show that form of weakness. That you didn't have full control over your so-called 'Quirk'.


But Hawks didn't see you in that way. In fact... he saw you in the complete opposite way that you saw yourself.


He saw a beautiful, strong, and bad ass woman in front of him. And he couldn't take his eyes off of her.


"Well..." Hawks started; trying to lighten the mood. "About our date... there's a Heroes Gala coming up in just a few days, and I thought that would be perfect for-"


"Wait, what? A date? Didn't you lose that bet?"


"You don't remember, do you?" Hawks smirked. He could've figured, as you were half knocked out when you had said that.


"No... I don't really remember. The last thing I do remember that day - was trying to control my Quirk from a rooftop."


"Well... you said you didn't want to go out on a date with me because of a bet." Hawks exclaimed. "But because we wanted to."


"You're... you're right about that." You stuttered. "Forgive me... I'm just having a hard time remembering that day."


"You really don't have to if you don't want to, Kid." Hawks smiled supportively.


"No! I mean... no. I want to."


"I was thinking that you at least kinda like me if you agreed to go on a date - as you were being knocked out by killer robots, ya know?" Hawks joked.


"Mmm. Yeah, kinda." You grinned.


"Orrrrr... do you believe in love at first sight? Or should I walk by again?"


You snorted; Hawks chuckling in response to you.


"So... A Heroes Gala, huh?" You grinned.


"Yup! Sometimes it turns into quite the party." The Pro bellowed. "Oh! And I haven't forgotten about my uh... 'chicken' display that day. I'll get you back for that." His feisty tone did not go unnoticed as he pointed a playful finger in your direction.


"Hey! You're the one who made that bet! I only agreed to it." You countered as you slapped his finger down.


"Yeah, but after the fact... you giving me a seductive smile in that close proximity was a dangerous thing to do, Kid. You knew what you were doing." The excitement sparked in the winged-Hero's eyes now; almost as if he had that smile of yours imprinted on the back of his eyelids.


No one. absolutely NO ONE had ever made the Pro Hero, Hawks blush before. And when you had leaned into him that day after your first test - your smile had him hypnotized. Hawks had forgotten where he was in that moment, and he swore he had died and went to heaven when you said... 'You're cute when you're flushed'.


"I plead the 5th. So when is this Gala?" You tried changing the subject.


"It's two days from now."


"Two days?! Hawks! How am I supposed to find a decent dress by then?!"


Hawks leaned in; giving you those sexy hooded eyes of his that you've grown so fond of. "You could wear anything, and it would look absolutely fucking stunning on you, Baby Bird."


You swallowed hard; him rendering you speechless. Again.


Hawks LOVED your reactions to his advances, and he relished in it every time. He simply couldn't wait to get even closer to you. But for now, he wanted to get you out of this god forsaken hospital.


"Come on, Kid. let's get you out of here."

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