Later that night after you had said goodnight to Hawks you lay there, snuggled up under the blankets, processing every thing he had said that night and reliving parts of your childhood.
Everything made sense now and it made your heart ache.
“I’ve been used, abused, stifled… EVERYTHING.” You thought sadly. “My life has been a lie, who am I anymore?”
You rolled onto your side and curled up into a ball, tears falling onto the pillow and you sniffed heavily.
Something soft touched your cheek and you reached for it, pulling a red feather from your face and cuddling it close to you as you sobbed.
Suddenly the bed creaked behind you and you jumped with fright as you whipped your head back to see who it was.
Hawks was there, shirtless, poised on the side of the bed with both hands and one knee on it.
“You ok chicken?” He asked softly.
“No.” You cried in a wobbly voice.
He crawled onto the bed and slipped under the covers then cuddled in behind you, kissing you gently on the cheek from behind before slipping an arm around your waist and pulling your back into him as he lay down and stretched a wing over you.
“I know it’s a lot to take in Y/N, you’re doing so well.” He whispered as he tucked your hair behind your ear. “It’s good to cry.” He encouraged.
It was almost as if he had given you express permissions to release your feelings and you started bawling.
Hawks didn’t say anything while you cried, just held you gently and kissed the back of your neck occasionally, letting you get it all out.
You finally fell asleep, still wrapped in his arms in the blankets with his wing stretched out over you.
The next morning you woke and found he had gone.
There was a little note on the bed beside you and you picked it up to read it;
“Hey chicken, gone to work but I’ll be back, make yourself at home. Don’t turn your phone on and don’t answer the door even if the person on the other side sounds like me. I have a key and can let myself in.” He wrote. “I’ve left a few feathers around the apartment so that I can keep an eye on things, don’t mind them. P.S, I’ve also left them there so I can see if you’re dancing naked too.”
“This idiot.” You chuckled internally.
After lying in bed a little longer you got up and made yourself a hot drink and breakfast from the things you could find in the kitchen then sat down on the lounge and put the TV on, keeping the volume down of course.
Hawks arrived at work with a bright smile on his face. He had you. He was happy.
His face soon fell though as he reached his office door and sensed someone was inside.
“Public safety Prez again, what does she want now.” He thought as he opened the door.
“Hey Boss,” he greeted blandly, “Little early for you to be skulking around my office don’t you think?” He asked as he found the president going through things on his computer.
“We have reason to believe that the capture last night was a failure because of you, Hawks.” She said pointedly.
“Those are strong words, prez.” He said with a coy smile as he sat down in the chair across from her and rested his cheek in hand, “care to back it up with a bit of evidence?”
The president glared at him with her piercing blue eyes.
“Didn’t think so.” He replied smuggly after she didn’t reply.
“So you’re telling me you have no idea what happened to [mothers full name] and Y/N L/N.” She asked directly.
“Got away from you did they?” He said with a dry chuckle. “By the time I turned up they had gone and I was there BEFORE your boys.” He jeered. “You have the father though, you’ve used him once to track them down, use him again.” Hawks said sarcastically.
“Where are they Hawks.” The president said darkly.
“The Mum and daughter? They’re at my place.” He said casually. “Waiting for you.”
“Don’t be stupid Hawks, we know you wouldn’t be so daft as to hide them at your place.” The president snapped.
“Ohhh~ losing your cool are you?” Hawks jeered with a smirk, “what do you want the mother for anyway… she’s quirkless.”
“She’s an important part of this investigation.” The president said cooly.
“In other words, emotional extortion.” Hawks replied bluntly, “threatening to hurt her so the daughter does what you want, that’s so upright of you. It nice to know we have a just government overseeing us.”
The president seethed quietly, she knew Hawks was correct and she knew that he would do the right thing, and in this case, the right thing was to not hand over the mother and daughter.
“We’ll find them.” The president vowed, “consider yourself a suspect now Hawks, you’re no longer to work on this mission.” She said as she stood abruptly, intending to leave. “I also find it interesting that Y/N handed her resignation letter in via email this morning,” the president added, “what a coincidence that she worked here.”
And with that she stalked out of the room and slammed the door behind her.
Hawks stayed in the chair, thinking.
“So someone came earlier yesterday and took the mum before I got there and caught Y/N.” He thought. “Who would be taking [mothers name]?” He got up and walked over to the kitchenette to make himself a coffee.
“They’re holding the dad till they get Y/N then he gets off scott free with a hefty payment and a one way trip to the Bahamas and she lives a life of being controlled by the government with her mum being held by them so they can make Y/N as compliant as possible.” He mulled as he made his coffee. “But without the mum it makes things a little more tricky because they would have to resort to torture and someone would blow the whistle for sure. The government do things slyly, I would know.”
It had been a boring day if you were completely honest.
You had tidied up a bit, worked out what you were having for dinner that night [… it wasn’t going to be chicken…] and watched almost a full day of trash TV.
Occasionally one of Hawks red feathers would float by and stop to tickle you on the nose which would make you scowl then giggle and bat it away with your hand. It was nice to know that he had been thinking about you.
As you flopped back down on the lounge with a cup of tea that afternoon you started thinking about this mysterious hero who had taken you in.
Yes you knew his name was Hawks but that was pretty much it.
“I don’t even know his real name!” You thought as you sat up. “Surely there’s something here that can give me some information on his past or his life growing up?”
You put down your cup of tea and hesitantly walked towards his room.
“Maybe he has a picture of himself or his family somewhere?…”
You entered his room and gingerly looked around, it was a really blank room, no pictures on the walls, no photos anywhere. You were a little disappointed.
“Maybe in his drawers or cupboard? I know I always hide things in my drawers… usually the bottom one.”
You crept in and knelt down at his drawer set, pulling open his bottom drawer.
Gently you pulled some of his clothes aside.
“Having a game of hide and seek with my clothes are you?” A cocky voice said from behind you.
You jumped violently and whipped your head over your shoulder as you slammed his drawer shut.
“S-Sorry Hawks I..”
He walked in casually and you stood up.
“What should be the punishment for finding you going through my stuff?” He leered with a smirk as he took your chin in his hand, running his thumb over your bottom lip.