Chapter 25
"We're going on a mission. Do you think you can come along?"
"Yes." Hawk slipped of the bed, changing into Hawk as he did so. He followed Wonder Woman out of the room quietly, his heart still shattering within him.
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"We need you to take out the guards that will be over there. You'll be alone; we're splitting up. Can you take that?"
"I'll be fine." Hawk's growl was low, but it didn't have any real bite to it. His soul had been ripped away and Don had taken it with him. He wasn't even really angry now. But he knew what was going on. They were evaluating him; seeing what he'd do in dispatching the guards. If he would be a murderer like he was supposed to be. Was he a murderer? He didn't know.
Hawk charged at the guards, knocking them apart like bowling pins, fist flying into one thug's face as he turned to face another. And then something changed. Something in the repetitive motion of fighting… it made him mad. Snarling, he hit harder, wiping out the guards with ease, catching the last and hitting him, hitting him… and stopping. He panted, as ghost hands touched him, gently pressing at his chest. A voice only he could hear whispering. Don…
He wasn't there. He wasn't there, and Hank didn't believe in ghosts. But he could remember his baby brother. He could remember the pleading voice. And he couldn't betray it. Not yet.