Warning: Mpreg. If that makes you uncomfortable, please proceed onwards.

Also, this is unfinished and discontinued. I am pretty sure I won't br writing another chapter.

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One thing that Hawks did not expect to learn about himself was the fact that he was a female bird.

The second thing that almost swept himself off his feet was that the female bird in his male body was pregnant.

Regretting things was something Hawks had never done. Regret would only weigh you down and hold you back from achieving your life goals. But now that his goals were pretty much achieved, he had started to think back to all the little things that he might've been able to do better.

Maybe he could've stood up for that girl with the broken butterfly wings. Maybe he could've escaped out that open window. Maybe he could've said no when the commission came for him and ran away to whatever paradise awaited outside their extensive reach.

So when he found out he was pregnant, his entire life flashed before his eyes, as well as a million opportunities he could've taken to not be in this mess right now.  Unfortunately for Hawks, those opportunities were bygones that his future would not allow itself to be altered, and he was stuck with the ruins of his choices.

What he really wished though, if he had one more chance to change this future, he would beg whatever forces bent the earth to not take this out on the child that grew inside him. He would pray to the God that had let him down so many times and preach to his dead best friend to at least spare the one thing that didn't play a part in this mess.

But like they did every other day, his prayers reached empty ears and another life was placed onto his straining back.

Hawks had never even considered the far-fetched possibility of male pregnancy. Sure there were quirks for gay couples or people who couldn't have children, but the chances of it happening to him were slimmer than a barren women's, until now, where suddenly safe sex was sounding a lot more appealing.

So basically, when Hawks woke up with morning sickness, he put it down to the simple conclusion of some type of food poisoning. I mean, if you eat raw meat without expecting any consequences, you should probably get a psychologist.

And when he started getting bloating, he chalked it up to the excessive amount of fried chicken he had eaten the night before. If you ate fried chicken with the raptor instincts he had, you should probably limit your intake to avoid certain death.

Only when his stomach's bulge started to show did he call his doctor. The commission would be pissed if he let something as small as this ruin his public image.

Dr Cheng was a small Chinese man that had been looking after Hawks since day 1 in the field. He was patient and kind, but Hawks had an uncomfortable feeling that the commission was holding the man to some kind of unspoken threat. The doctor used to be called in almost every day for various training injuries and seemed to suspect that some of them weren't just from the dojo. Of course, Hawks couldn't say anything even if he wanted to, but Cheng and him had an unexplainable connection in which an understanding seemed to pass between them.

Their communication was shown in the small candy bars hidden in bandages and the stickers left on clothes. It was in the small smiles and the hugs-that-were-for-medical-purposes. It was in the way that soft 'Happy Birthdays' were whispered and soft touches were gifted. And those connections were one of the only things Hawks could hang onto as a way to keep living through the hell that was his life.

Dr Cheng was one of the few people he could trust. Their relationship gave Hawks the good father he never had. Now that he was out of the commissions' headquarters, the doctor was allowed to visit the heroes apartment, away from the watchful eyes of his handlers.

That did not mean that Hawks was expecting a second person to appear in the doorway with his private doctor.

The second man had white hair that was only slightly paler than his skin. You could tell from the wrinkles around his grey eyes that he was a champion smiler, and to prove his point the man grinned, pearly teeth reflecting the sun right into Hawks dying eyes.

"Hawks!" His doctor greeted, dropping his medical bag by the doorway and walking forwards. "How are you, my boy?"

Hawks stepped forward to embrace Cheng, trying to ignore the other man's presence. "Obviously not very good considering you're here." He joked, fighting back a wince as his stomach knocked with the others.

"Hmm... is that so?" An amused twinkle sparked in the corner of the doctor's eye, who then seemed to gather himself and step aside to introduce the other person in the room, who had been standing in the doorway awkwardly. "This is my new apprentice, Todoroki Natsuo."

Hawks eyes widened. "Todoroki... you're Endeavour's son, right?" The hero forced an awed expression as the corners around Natsuo's eyes tightened and the smile wrinkles turned to make something more of a held back glare. Hawks wasn't oblivious to Endeavour's actions. In fact, Hawks had the closest thing to a front-row seat before Touya had died. The two boys found shelter with each other, both victims to the hero society, until it finally swept one of them away. That had been Hawks only conviction since the news reached him. Become a hero and topple the fakes from within. The league sympathised with that, and his double agent status was quickly flipped into a triple agent one, and he gained a whole army to fulfil his purposes and Touya's dreams.

But right now, right here, was his maybe-more-than-best-friends brother who looked like he'd been hit by a train with the single mention of his father. It made Hawks want to kick Endeavour in his flaming ass and put out that fire for good, and to do that he, unfortunately, had to stick by the number one heroes side.

"Yeah, that's me!" The enthusiasm was forced, and Hawks wanted to pull the Todoroki into a hug. He couldn't do that though, because it would be weird, and his bloated stomach wasn't up for much more jostling around.

"Well, I'd like to chat, but right now I've got a sore stomach and a week full of patrols that need completing, so it would be better to get me diagnosed so I can be back on my way to the path of victory." He grinned and spread his wings, freezing as the stretch went straight to his gut. "Ow." he moaned.

Dr Cheng, being the unsympathetic and annoyingly insensitive person he was, just kept on smiling as he pushed the hero down onto the couch. "Stay." He commanded. With one hand he beckoned Natsuo over, the apprentice closing the door and picking up the doctors bag. As Natsuo trotted over, Cheng probed at Hawks belly with his free hand, which was not an ok feeling.

"Natsuo, get me the portable x-ray." Hawks head flicked up in surprise. Since when did portable x-rays exist? Natsuo pulled a strange-looking tablet out of the bag, one with a glass slide between two handles, something out of a sci-fi movie. Cheng took it and hovered it over Hawks' stomach.

"How was I not aware these existed?" Hawks stared in wonder at the device. "I mean, I knew about portable x-rays, but none this small and advanced."

Natsuo looked up from the small control screen he was tapping away at, and smiled at him. "Yeah, this is a new advancement. Since Dr Cheng is a heroics doctor, he has access to all the latest and greatest." Natsuo gestured at the unseen instruments inside the doctor's bag. "It's an absolute privilege to be working with him, and I hope to be able to take over his line of work one day."

Cheng looked up from where he was staring at the x-ray. "And he's doing a wonderful job at it. Natsuo is hardworking and kind and will hopefully be able to save many lives in the years to come." Hawks pushed down the slight jealousy as the mentor and mentee bonded. He told himself he was being stupid and smiled at the two of them anyway.

The moment was interrupted by a loud beep from the x-ray. Hawks snapped out of his reservoir and strained his neck to try and see what had come up. Before he could get the chance to, Dr Cheng dropped the device, causing it to shatter of Hawks wooden floor. The hero couldn't help but sigh as the glass scratched against it, wondering how many times he was going to have to replace them. With a villain boyfriend, an entire league of villain friends and a doctor like this, probably a lot.

That did not change the fact, however, that his doctor was looking like he'd seen a ghost. And it did not change the fact that Natsuo's eyes were unnaturally large as he stared down at his little control panel. With the two usually bright doctors looking like death was upon them, Hawks started to panic a bit. "What is it?" A thought occurred to him. What if death was upon them. "Oh my God, am I dying?" He sat up and gave his stomach the most accusing glare he could muster in his panic.

Dr Cheng slowly shook his head, but the rest of his body still displayed obvious distress. "You-you're alive!" Hawks felt himself relax a little.

"That's a good thing, right?" Because the doctors were still on the floor looking shooketh, Hawks grabbed the small control thing from Natsuo's hands. Sadly, Hawks couldn't read the gibberish doctor-speak that lined the top of it so he simply placed it back on the floor next to the shattered glass. "Seriously, what's so bad about that? You're kinda freaking me out."

Natsuo, seeming like the more level-headed of the two, was the first to reply. He held out two hands in front of him and clasped the together and ripping them apart again. "You're two alive..." His voice was filled with wonder.

"I'm too alive?"

Natsuo looked like he had finally decided to elaborate and made the same gesture again. "You're two. You're pregnant."

At the time, it was the most ridiculous thing Hawks had ever heard of. He laughed, trying to hide away the small part of him that believed it and grinned down at a still staring Natsuo, and patted the boy on the head. "That's funny, Todoroki, but I classify as male." He laughed again. "Pregnant. No, seriously, what's going on?"

His smile wavered as Dr Cheng looked up at him. Oh please don't let this be happening. Impossible was supposed to stay as impossible, and this was impossible. A harder edge was appearing in the doctor's eyes and uneasiness was slowly drowning his heart. "Dr Cheng..." Hawks said weakly.

"Hawks, look, um..." The doctor tried for a smile but it melted off his features quicker then it was placed there. "See, the human side of you may be a male, but your raptor is female."

Hawks felt the blood fall from his face and pool into his toes. He had the sudden urge to run as far and fast as he could, and if a cliff appeared, jump right off it. His next laugh came out dryer than he felt. "You're kidding me, right?" The solemn faces that faced him said otherwise. His head whipped from side to side, gaze resting on his life-long doctor. "Did you know about this?" His whisper came out husky, and he could feel a panic attack rising.

Cheng answered with a whisper of his own. "When they told me you were intersex, I didn't think it would affect you in this way..."

Hawks stared in disbelief as the one person he trusted most kneeled towards him in a lie. The urge to flee was getting stronger and his outer feathers sharpened in an attempt to protect himself from the truth.

"Well, regardless of the past, let's focus on the future!" Natsuo, ever positive in the brief half an hour Hawks had known him, tried for a beam. He seemed to care. The hero silently apologised to the young apprentice as he let his instincts take over. In less than two seconds the window was open and Hawks was flying free in the sky that was his domain. Tears that would never fall stabbed at his second eyelid and he blinked. Hugging his stomach, he rose higher, trying to get away from the ground where his problems lay. But now, his problems lay inside him.

Letting out a strangled sob, he let the wind wrench away the pain and glided above the city. Spying a flat-topped building, he landed, avoided a roll to spare that that was apparently living inside him and instead almost breaking his knees on impact. "Ow." He murmured. Pressing a hand to the bump between his hips he marvelled at how he got here. Jeez, life was relentless.

It was only midday, and his apartment was overrun with doctors. He couldn't stay out in the 12:00 heat and he definitely wasn't going to crash at his office. With his trust in Cheng depleted, he had no idea what was waiting for him when he got back. Maybe he should've stayed.

Shaking off his doubts, he sighed as he concluded the only place he could go were back to the only people that would even mildly accept him in this state. He chuckled. He was so fucked.

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Natsuo stared at the window the Number 2 hero just jumped out of. He was slightly concerned for Hawks. He thought about what he would do if someone told him he was pregnant and shuddered. Maybe jumping out a window wasn't that unusual. Besides, Hawks had wings so he wasn't going to die. Hopefully.

Dr Cheng was still sitting on the floor, staring at his hands. Natsuo didn't know how to feel about him. Cheng was a great teacher and Natsuo had grown to admire and respect him, but if he had told Hawks the truth then maybe the entire ordeal wouldn't have been so trying. Actually, it probably never wouldn't have happened at all. If the hero had known his gender then he would be able to take the proper precautions. It was definitely a major fuck up on the doc's part.

Still, that didn't mean he was about to leave his mentor high and dry, trembling in a heroes apartment. Slowly he helped the man onto his feet, continuing to stare out the window for any signs of return, but nothing came.

"Natsuo, I'm so sorry-" Cheng started.

"Don't be!" Natsuo grinned down at him, even if it was a bit forced. "How about you clear away this glass and I'll raid Hawks cupboards for tea, 'kay? Then we can talk about this whole, uh, thing."

The doctor mumbled under his breath but agreed none the less, and Natsuo set out on his tea finding adventure.

He did not find tea.

What he did find, was a full-blown array of medical supplies, from bandages to medical staples, even bandaids that looked like they were for a 3-year-olds papercut. As fascinating as the heroes collection was, it was also slightly concerning and definitely not in the right place. Natsuo closed the cabinet door in search of something that wasn't needles and thread. He started questioning the necessity of his own medical kit. Hawks was definitely prepared. His kitchen cupboards were full enough to treat an army. He looked around. Now, where would a hero keep the tea for his army?

He did not find tea where the tea should've been. Natsuo was curious, naturally. If Hawks kept his medkit (if you could call it that) in the kitchen, then what would be kept in the bathroom? And it seems the bathroom was where the kitchen had been transported to. Because what other reason would there be for a kettle to be kept by the vanity?

Natsuo busied himself with pulling down cups from the towel rack and fetching milk from the kitchen, the only thing in the house that was where it was meant to be. He found sugar in a jar in the floating-cabinet-mirror. The actual tea, however, happened to be kept in a small niche in the top corner of the bathroom. What had driven the hero to store it there, Natsuo had no idea.

After he had completed the perilous journey of retrieving the tea, Natsuo refused to look for anything else. Sure, the lack of spoons might be slightly troubling, but if they weren't in any obvious spots then Natsuo wasn't going to look. He was worried that if he looked to deeply into the heroes messed up life he might find secrets that were never meant to be found. Ignorance was bliss, as they say.

But it definitely raised some questions about how his own father lived.

He swished the tri-formed liquid around in the mugs in an attempt to mix the sugar in with the milk and tea. After it seemed passible enough he stepped out the bathroom door and closed it with his foot.

Walking back into the lounge room he set down the steaming tea on the coffee table, glad to see that Dr Cheng had heeded his call and cleared away the glass. He sat down on a loveseat that faced the couch, and in turn, faced Cheng.

"So old man," Natsuo began, being the King of Conversation Starters, "Anything you'd like to tell me about you and Hawks? 'Cause he seemed pretty upset when he found out you lied to him."

The doctor sighed. He picked up his tea and settled back against the absurd amount of cushions that were strewn hazardously across the couch. Natsuo got the idea and copied his actions.

"Hawks was my first patient. When he was admitted to me, I was so excited that I didn't see the signs. It was about three weeks into my time with him, and he had been admitted to my clinic practically every day, twice a day. Each time brought a fresh wave of scars, but when I asked him if he was ok, he would smile and tell him if this was what it meant to be a hero, then it was worth it." Natsuo sat up straighter, and the doctor rubbed his temples.

"The commission eventually told me what his story was. He had grown up in the slums with an alcoholic for a mother and a thief for father. His Dad was apprehended by Endeavour a few years back and the boy practically worshipped him. One day the boy saved some people from a car crash and the commission was on to him like flies to honey."

Natsuo was now absorbed in the story. Perhaps he should be more sympathetic, but he was more interested then angry. "His mother was drunk, of course, and sold him to the commission for less than a loaf of bread. They took him in, trained him brutally, and left him to heal in my care. The kid didn't even blink. They told him to forget his real name, because he was Hawks now."

"Anyway, as the weeks turned into years, I grew closer to him. I knew I wasn't supposed to, but I showed him compassion. When he grew up, he started to seem more aware that what the HC was doing to him was wrong. Once he told me that I was one of the only reasons he kept doing this, and I-I felt like everything I risked to make him happy was worth it." Cheng was tearing up now, Natsuo noticed in alarm.

"He was 14 when I realised he was intersex. He had come back from training with a fracture in his pelvic bone, and when I saw the x-ray, that's when I realized. I didn't tell him right away, because he was in pain and needed to relax. I was planning to do it when he came back next time, but..." Cheng trailed off and Natsuo snapped back to reality. The doctor was staring ahead, breathing shakily and intertwining his fingers over and over.

"What happened?" This was the part that mattered, the climax of the story (also the reason why Cheng hadn't told Hawks he was intersex). "Come on, doc, why didn't you tell him?"

"I don't know if I should tell you the next bit." He muttered.

"Why not?" Natsuo demanded. He was brimming with curiosity. It was too late to take his head out of the game now that the goal was in sight. He had to know how this story ended. You know that already, idiot, a small voice reminded him, and he snapped out of his apathy. Oops.

Dr Cheng seemed to have come to a conclusion. He dragged a raspy breath into his lungs and spoke. "There was this boy, Touya." The doctor looked up from his tea to regard Natsuo with sad eyes.

Natsuo took a second to connect the dots. Then; "Oh."

Touya.

Natsuo remembered back to a time when he would sneak out of his room at night, gathering Shouto in his arms and sticking close to his sister as their silent footfalls echoed around the hall they crept down. They'd open a door, climb under blankets and cling to their older brother, whispering words of encouragement and feedback on their days. They'd talk shit about Endeavour and do everything siblings did, only under the cover of darkness, in a whispering cloud of quiet.

He remembered the story that Touya would tell as he gathered up his siblings in his arms.

Once there was little boy with red wings. The boy was an angel chained by heaven to do God's bidding. Because the angel had red wings, he was seen as a disciple of Satan, unwanted by God and the other angels. But Satan saw him as a pawn of God, and the poor boy was lost in between the two powers. One day, the red angel found a blue devil. The devil was lost in the same void as the angel, unwanted by his homeland because his fire was blue like the sky. The angel and the devil became best friends and escaped from their nightmarish live under the cover of the void's darkness.

It was Natsuo's favourite story, and every time he heard it he asked his brother when he could meet the angel. And every time Touya would boop his nose and tell him that one day, when the devil and the angel felled the unjust system of heaven and hell, the red-winged boy would join their family and they would all live happily ever after, father excluded of course.

Natsuo had believed him, and now his brothers' story was another reminder of the desolation that hung over the empty space in his family. And now he wondered if the angel had been Hawks. What other red-winged boys could his brother have known? It was a possibility, and one that was definitely going to keep him up till 3 AM the next day.

The past and present collided as the doctor started up the convo again, more uncertain this time. "Well... it was around June when I saw Hawks next, 2 months after the discovery. He had been admitted for attempted suicide, and I was supposed to rewrite a few of his memories to try and get rid of whatever traumatic event that had led him that far." The doctor inhaled shakily and sipped at his tea.

"I didn't want to. Rewritten memories can come apart over time and whatever had caused his suicidal urge would've returned tenfold. As soon as his Handler had left the room, though, he ran up to me and begged that I took away his memories." Natsuo looked up in surprise. Plot twist.

"I sat him down, and we talked it out. He had been sneaking out to meet with this boy every Tuesday and Friday, ever since he first met him. He didn't really give me any details, only that 'Touya' had run away from home and left him alone. I told him I wouldn't rewrite his memories, and Hawks got, well, angry. He destroyed half the equipment in the clinic and almost killed me before someone came in to stop him."

"Afterwards, I was fired, and I took up a job with for an underground hero called Fury. After a few years, Hawks debuted and came looking for me. He apologised, and I became his personal doctor again." Cheng sighed. "But that obviously hasn't gone that well."

"You still could've told him of his gender when you saw him again."

"I would've, but our relationship was strained, and I think that probably would've made him angrier." The doctor set down his now-empty mug and stood. "Now I can see that I fucked up."

He watched as his mentor picked up the doctor's bag and threw the apartments keys onto the coffee table. "You can lock up." And then he was out the door.

Natsuo stared down at the keys. Curse his stupid heart and will to help. "Come on Natsuo," he muttered. "We've got a birdie to catch."

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Thanks for reading. There is a half written sequel in my unfinished oneshots book if ur desperate for more or something.