Chapter One
So, this is my first Boku no Hero Academia fic, and I'm really excited to post it! Once finding out about Hawk's family, I had this idea in my head and rolled with it! I hope you guys enjoy this and it will be split into three chapters.
He ducked quickly into the apartment building, holding the bag close to his body in order to make sure that no one was going to see it. He was lucky that the alarm system to the house was faulty and no one happened to be home at the time he dropped in and stole practically all of their valuables. He smirked as he noticed the empty sounds of bickering between a couple and a party being thrown close by, making his footsteps practically blending in as he climbed the staircase. He would have chosen to use his Quirk to get where he needed to be but he didn't need the suspicion to raise if he were sighted flying near the building. He ran his gloved hands through his dark brunette hair and continued walking by, the bag now over his shoulder.
He finally reached his destination, apartment 34B, and stared at the door, hoping that she wouldn't be there and bother him about leaving.
He bent down and lifted the small dingy doormat to grab the key that had been left in case of emergencies. He turned the key in and the door opened up wide and loud. He swore under his breath as he entered and closed the door behind him, glancing around the place to see its state had dropped immensely since he had left six years ago. The wallpaper had to be moldy from the smell radiating off of it and the floorboards creaked with every step he made. The floor was scattered with alcohol and some remaining take out orders. The room was small with a dining room table and entered directly to a hall, where the bedroom and bathroom lay.
He cracked his shoulders at this and placed the bag down, sniffing the air through his mask and concluding that there was a smell residing scent off of another object in the room. He narrowed his golden eyes and inched closer to the room, grabbing one of his many feathers, ready to use it as a weapon against the person hiding in the room. He prepared himself as he glanced into the small corner room and noticed something huddled against the wall, trying to hide from him.
He blinked at the sight of a small child with wide triangular golden-brown eyes and feathery ash-blond hair, staring up at him with terror. His cheek looked slightly swollen and his eyes puffy as well but the most distinguishing feature of the child was bright red wings, stretching over his body to cover himself up. His feet were bare and clearly scrapped up from the small scars on them while he had on a ratty white collared shirt that dragged itself over his knees.
"Well, fuck." He said and the kid blinked at the reaction, clearly confused as to who he was, "Where's your ma?"
The child looked away and his wings lowered themself a little, showing how skinny his arms were.
"She went away for her job." The child chirped out quietly and he swore again, rubbing the back of his neck. His thoughts were twisted now finding out about the appearance that this child was definitely his son.
"Do you know when she'll come back?" He questioned and the child shook his head no slowly, before attempting to look at him again as if he were trying to figure out who he was.
"Good, then I can lay low here for the time being." He said and now placed his winged weapon back, which caught the child's eye as to how he did that. He started walking away back towards his bag and he narrowed his eyes as he heard the child's feet slowly pad on the floor to follow him.
Why the hell hadn't she told him she was pregnant?
Fuck, he was way too young to be dad.
"Oi, kid," He began and turned around to see the child several feet behind him. The child flinched at his tone of voice and he twiddled his thumbs around.
"What's your name?"
The child blinked at the innocent question and refused to look him in the eye before whispering back, "Keigo, mister."
He chuckled at this and smirked, telling back, "Good name for a Takami."
The child's eyes grew wide at the mention of Takami and said, "That's my last name. How did you know?"
He scoffed at the child's innocence before pointing to his own wings, expanding them to show them off.
"I'm your old man, kid." He informed him and the kid looked at him with astonishment, clearly never knowing or hearing about him.
"Mamma told me stories about you." He whispered, possibly meant for himself but the question already caught his hearing. The child then looked around the apartment, noting the disaster it looked like.
"Don't worry about the mess, kid. I don't give a fuck about the state that this place is in since I'm only staying for a couple of hours." He said and the kid now looked disappointed at hearing that he wasn't staying long. His wings fluttered a little and he nodded, accepting it as is. He continued down the hallway to the kitchen area and the child followed behind him, still keeping his distance. He opened the fridge up and swore at the smell of rotten food, hoping that the beer in place wouldn't be affected by it.
"Those are mamma's drinks." The boy whispered as if he were trying to stop him, and he glanced over his shoulder to see him trembling a little.
What the fuck did she do to the kid?
"What she doesn't know, doesn't hurt her." He said and the kid looked like he still wanted to argue with him but gave up, most likely knowing it would be fruitless. He twisted the cap off the drink and smelled it, satisfied that the odor from the fridge hadn't clung to it. The child kicked his feet around and watched as he took another swig of the bottle.
"Kid," He began and startled the child out of his own thoughts, "Have you gone flying yet?"
The prospect of flying clearly designated with him as he shook his head no but his wings fluttered at the mention of flying. He pointed to the table and said, "I tried to fly by jumping off the table but mamma yelled me not to do that."
"Well, Takami's were made to fly, kid. You'll get to experience the sky someday soon." He assured him and the child gave a small smile of appreciation at this. He drummed his gloved fingers against the bootle and they remained quiet, not sure what else to say.
"What's in the bag?"
His eyes snapped over towards him, seeing the child a few feet away from it, knowing not to open it but still curious as to what was in it. He slammed the bottle on the table, causing the boy to flinch and move away from the bag. He stalked over to it and stood in front of it, towering over the child with his height. He lowered himself down to the kid's height, seeing wide golden eyes stare at him in fear, as he stayed still.
"That bag doesn't fucking matter. Don't touch it or look at it or else I'm going to resort to violence." He hissed and the kid nodded his head frantically in understanding, moving further away, "Glad we have an understanding."
He stalked over to the beer bottle and practically chugged the rest down, knowing one drink wouldn't be enough to get him tipsy.
The two remained quiet as he observed the door, waiting and seeing if the kid's mother would be coming by soon. The child refused to even look in the general direction of the bag and he rubbed his face, pulling down the mask completely that had covered over his mouth and large laceration across his face which ran from the corner of his jaw to ear, which had some part of it missing. He had dark stubble on his chin and a small cut on the corner of his lips as well, giving his appearance to be more frightening to most people.
But the kid looked at him with more interest at seeing his full face.
"Mamma misses you."
He wanted to groan in absolute annoyance now that the kid had to bring up the subject of his mother to him. He dragged his hands down his face and looked down to the curious child who looked up to up with big doe eyes.
"She talks a lot about you in her sleep. She gets really sad." He continued and if he could leave now, he definitely would to not have this conversation with his kid. He leaned against the table as he now glanced down at the kid, knowing he would continue to be pestered by him if he didn't answer.
"Well, I felt caged here so I needed to leave so I could spread my wings." He stated back and the child frowned at this, clearly something else now on his mind.
Then he had an absolutely batshit crazy idea pop up in his head.
"Do you feel caged, little bird?" He asked and the child admittedly nodded his head yes in agreement.
Of course the kid did, he was his child and Takamis always preferred to be in the sky.
"Perhaps I can take you on a quick flying lesson when things settle down." He suggested and the kid's wings fluttered in the anticipation and hope of flying. The child's eyes glowed in amusement and glanced down at the floor, clearly already thinking about the sky and the freedom achieved in it.
Shit, he didn't need to get attached to a kid he just met fifteen minutes ago.
He looked around the room again, noting that the small tv that was originally there was now gone along with the stand.
"Did she sell the tv?" He asked the kid and the child nodded, "What the hell do you do all day without a tv?"
"…Wait for mamma to come home." The kid told him but then his eyes lit up, as if he remembered something before running back to where he had found him. He narrowed his eyes at this, curious as to what the kid was getting, and he heard the tiny feet pad back as something happened to be in his hand. The kid then held up the toy up to him with happiness and he stared back down at the object before a small chuckle erupted from his throat.
Of course, she got the kid a toy of the man who was currently hunting him down.
He gently took the small Endeavor toy, with its flaming beard and all, from the child to get a closer look at it. It looked a little scuffed but over wise was in good condition.
"I play heroes with Endeavor-san!" The child announced and with that comment, he burst out laughing at the complete irony. The child tilted his head in confusion at this and he waved his hand, returning the toy to the kid.
"Ah, sorry. There is some irony to that statement." He said, knowing that the kid didn't know what that meant, and the kid looked back down to the toy, clearly confused. The kid looked away and held the toy close to his chest as his laughter died down.
"…Could…we play something?" The kid whispered under his breath and he stared down at the child, knowing if he wasn't going to be staying much longer.
Perhaps he could grant the kid one good memory of him before leaving again.
He shrugged and responded back, "Sure, what do you have in mind?"
The kid looked like he was bursting with joy that he was fine with playing him and he bounced on the bottom's of his feet, running over to the countertop and opened the bottom drawer. He watched with observed eyes as the child shuffled the objects within the drawer before pulling out a stack of cards. The child then walked over to the table and proceeded to climb up the chair opposite to him. He stood on the chair to completely see him and he placed the toy down on the table beside him, holding the pack of cards out to him.
"Is Gold Fish ok?" The child asked and he stared at the pack in hand before taking it, nodding in response.
"That's fine. Maybe I can teach you a new game as well." He said and the child's nodded excitedly as he took the pack out, removing the jack and started shuffling it. He dealt out seven cards to the each other and placed the remaining pack on the table face down. He looked at his hand, noting he had two pairs of sevens and twos while the rest of his cards were a diamond eight, four of clovers, and the king of hearts. He glanced down over the cards and noticed that the kid still had a smile on his face, enjoying the game already.
"You wanna start, kid?" He asked and the kid nodded.
"Do you have any eights?" The kid asked and he sighed as he picked the eight out and handed it over to the kid. He watched as the kid then proceeded to take out three cards, which happened to be the three remaining pairs to the eight. The child grinned at this and looked back down to his cards asking, "Do you have any fives?"
He smirked at this as he said, "No, go fish."
The child frowned at that before grabbing a card from the deck and placed it in his hand.
"Let's see, do you have any fours?" He asked and the child pouted as he grabbed one card from his deck, handing it over to him. He grinned at this and placed it next to his then asked, "Do you have any kings?"
The kid grinned as he shook his head no and pointed to the pile, saying, "No, go fish!"
He sighed as he picked up a card, keeping a grin off his face at the promise of a four.
The two continued to play, for at least a half an hour, occupying time as the kid had somehow gained the upper hand with having nine pairs, already swiping the floor from under him.
"Damn, kid, you're good." He snarked and the kid grinned at him happily, clearly looking pleased with himself for winning. He laid his cards down in defeat and the kid laughed at this, joy radiating off of him in waves.
"How about we try a different game this time?" He suggested and grabbed all the cards back, shuffling them up again. The kid gained a curious look across his face before nodding and he smirked.
"Ever heard about Blackjack, kid?" He questioned and the kid thought for a moment before shaking his head no, "Well, let's start with the rules. The goal is to get value of all your cards to be twenty-one."
He placed one card down on his side then placed one face up while he gave the kid the same hand.
"Now, you don't want to show your face down card to anyone besides yourself. All the cards have numbers so you want to add up the numbers in your card to get as close as you can to twenty-one. All the jacks, queens, and kings are valued at ten while the ace is normally worth eleven. Now, normally there would be some bets going on but we are just going to play the game.
"There are basic decisions to make regarding your cards. If you think we can get a higher value, you ask to take a hit. If you think you can't take any more cards, you stand. If both your cards have the same value, you can split it to create a separate bet, which is basically having two hands to play now. Once you get over twenty-one, you lose. Do you understand?"
The kid looked at him then to the cards before nodding, grabbing his face down to see for himself what he had. A frown appeared on his face as he apparently didn't get the hand he wanted and he glanced at his own cards, noting he had nineteen.
"So what do you want to do, kid?"
The child looked to him before down ti his cards and sighed, saying, "Another card please."
He passed the top card over to the kid who still remained displeased while he answered out, "I'll stand. You good kid?"
The child nodded as he then laid his cards to show his hand while the kid did as well. He blinked with wide eyes, shocked at the fact that the kid had beat him by landing a twenty with his three cards.
"What the fuck, kid?" He muttered and the kid now realized that he had won, a grin crossing over his face, "How is your luck this good?"
"I'm lucky!" The child exclaimed and he narrowed his eyes at this, now interested in the truth to that statement.
"Well, see about the next two rounds." He mumbled and wiped the cards to the side as then dealt out another hand. He looked at his cards and could already feel a grin slip onto his features at the sight of twenty-one in his hand.
"I'll stand." The kid said and he leaned back a little bit.
"I'll stand as well." He stated before the two showed their cards, where the kid's hand was eighteen while he showcased his twenty-one with pride.
"Good try kid." He spoke and the kid frowned before pushing his cards towards him,"Let's have another round."
He dealt the next hand out and noticed that he would have get another card while the boy bobbed his head a little as if he were deciding something.
"Card please." The kid told him and he pushed a card to him, managing to get a glimpse of it from a slight trick of hand. It happened to be an eight and with the card on the table already being a ten, he could tell that the kid would probably regret his decision.
"I'll stand." He said as the kid's expression turned sour, his eyes drooping as he revealed his hand. He had ended with twenty-five, clearly over the value, and he let the kid know that he had lost by stating, "This game runs off of luck, kid, and I guess yours ran out."
The kid looked disappointed at this before choosing to sit down on the chair, looking disinterested in the game now. He sighed at his reaction glanced over to the clock on the wall, noting that it been an hour that had passed now.
He still needed to wait out until night, which was only another two hours, so he could make a complete getaway.
Fuck, what the hell could he do for two more hours with a kid?
He tapped his fingers against the table in silence, still glancing at the kid who now stared at the toy in his hands as if he were looking for advice from it.
"You got any questions about me, kid?" He choose to inquire and the kid glanced back to him, tilting his head to the side as if he didn't understand what he meant. He sighed snd pointed to himself and repeated the question, "Like do you want to know about my Quirk or some other shit?"
The kid now nodded frantically at the prospect of learning more about his father although he could barely see him from over the table.
"What's your Quirk?" The kid wondered and he blinked in response to it before he glanced down to his gloved hands. He pulled one glove off to showcase his darkened nails, sharpened to a point, fashioned like a raptor from the way they curved down like they could tear apart anything.
"Bird of Prey." He said with pride and the kid continued to stare at his talons, as if he was trying to decide a question about them, "I am able to fly with my wings and detach some of them to use as weapons while my talons are like a back up in case I get into a something like a fistfight."
"Cool." The kid said with fascination and he looked over his own back to his wings then to his nails, which were chipped and bitten down, "Will my fingers look like yours?"
He titled his head in consideration before answering, "Probably not. I was born with my talons, kid, and since you don't have them now, you won't have them unless you go under some stress Quirk awakening."
"Your wings, you can take a feather out and fight with it?" He continued to inquire and he nodded while he looked back over to his owns as if he had a question.
"Something else on your mind, kid?" He wondered and the kid's attention went back to him before shaking his head no, clearly not wanting to talk about whatever was on his mind. He sighed and placed the glove back on.
"Did you know about me?" The kid whispered and his eyes are wide, his eyebrows lifting up in surprise.
"Fuck kid, you have to ask the heavy questions don't ya?" He muttered and ran his hand through his hair, looking down to the small child, "No, I left before your mother told me about you."
The kid looked at him sadly before he continued his tale, "I couldn't stand being caged down anymore so I left. She was a good break but I couldn't stay grounded any longer without losing myself."
He fashioned his hand to his wings, eyes narrowed and continued, "A bird should never stay grounded too long before their wings become clipped."
He rubbed his eyes with his hand as the kid stood up, a new look of determination filling him, as he pushed himself up onto the table.
"What are you doing, kid?" He questioned and the kid turned his back to him, his wings fluttering as if they were trying to test themselves. He perched himself near the edge of the table and stared down at the ground, stretching his wings a little bit as if he were testing them out.
Was the kid going to try and fly right now?
"Oi, kid," He began and stood up, concern but also pride working its way through him, "Are you gonna-?"
He couldn't even finish his sentence as the kid choose to jump off the table with no regrets. His wing extended out and he swore loudly as he managed to catch him before the kid did any damage to himself. He curled his wings towards himself, noting the kid's confused expression from being caught, and he released a breath he didn't know that he had held. His wing gently let the kid down who now stared up at him with puzzlement and the kid's own wings twitched.
"What the fuck were you thinking kid?" He hissed, eyes glaring down at the kid who took a step back in slight terror.
"I-I-I thought I could try and fly. I-I-I'm sorry." The kid stuttered and he ran both his hands down his face, not expecting a kid cause him so much worry in just knowing him for a short amount of time.
"Ugh, kid, listen," He began and lowered his tone, "I appreciate your attempt but you try and jump off the table again, you won't have time to properly learn how to fly. You need to jump from something higher, kid, so you can glide around and start flying. I like your enthusiasm but that was fucking stupid."
The kid seemed to calm down after the discussion and then nodded in understanding.
"…ok. Sorry." The kid whispered and he couldn't help but sigh, shrinking down to his height to stare at him in the eye.
"I'll bring you somewhere good to practice flying later, okay?" He said, without thinking about what he was saying, and the kid brightened up admittedly after the statement.
"Okay!" He exclaimed and dread filled him up now, knowing he would have to ditch the kid soon. He grinned at this and leaned his head into his hand, trying to push that thought aside.
"I'm sure you'll fly high, Keigo." He said, using the kid's name for the first time, which had the child looking at him like he just made his entire day.
"You didn't tell me your name!" Keigo shouted and he smiled at this, golden eyes glowing at this.
"That is true but I want to keep that a secret for a little longer." He replied before noting the sunset approaching from the singular window in the kitchen.
He should be prepping to leave soon.
"Is there anything that I could make dinner with, kid?" He wondered and Keigo turned to the fridge before pointing to the freezer.
"Mamma keeps a lot of food in the freezer." He mentioned and he rose back up to his original height, opening up the freezer to be greeted with the sight of some food. He noted the few frozen pieces of pre-baked chicken and a package of frozen French fries that was partially opened. He grabbed the two objects and tossed them onto the kitchen counter, shutting the freezer door close.
"I don't know about you but I'm fucking hungry." He spoke and dug a pan then proceeded to dump the whole thing of frozen chicken tenders into the pan, "It's gonna be basic as all hell but it'll be something to eat."
He poured the bag of fries into the pan as well before tossing it into the oven, having no patience to wait for it to properly preheat. He turned back to the kid and saw the small amount of drool escape his lips at the mention of chicken.
"When was the last time you had something to eat kid?" He asked and the kid twilled his thumbs around, glancing over to the door.
"When mamma left to go to work." He said vaguely and he walked past the kid, moving towards the door to glance out of the peephole.
"Can you be a little more specific?" He bugged and the kid gulped.
"Um…maybe ten hours ago."
His head whipped around so fast he swore he could have cracked his neck.
"Did you say ten fucking hours ago, Keigo?"
The kid nodded and he swore, his thoughts completely lost.
Would the kid make it any longer if he stayed?
He ran his hands through his hair as he no longer could deny the sinking feeling in his chest.
He should take the kid with him.
What the hell was going to do with him though? He was a freakin' thief and he couldn't really bring him along for heists.
It would probably be better than sitting in an empty house till god knows when and waiting for all hours to get some sort of food. He could at least settle for a certain time to go out. It would fuck with being randomized but it wouldn't be terrible either. He could settle on a faithful eating schedule and he wouldn't be sleeping in a dump surrounded by moldy wallpaper or rotten food.
He could take care of Keigo.
He could take care of his son that he just learned about better than his kid's mother.
"Are you ok?" His son asked and he blinked out his intrusive thoughts to see him standing a foot away from him, looking at him with concern at what he just witnessed. He flashed a grin to him and responded, "I'm alright. I'm just thinking about where we'll go for flying practice."
His son eased at that statement and wobbled on his feet, like he was so happy he couldn't control his own feet.
"That chicken should be almost done." He said and walked back to the oven, noting there was a good smell coming from there which made the food far more promising than before. He swatted down next to the oven, staring at it so he could avoid looking at his kid.
But next thing he knew, the kid choose to sit down right next to him to stare at the oven.
"Do you like chicken?" His kid asked and he chuckled at this, rubbing a hand over his face.
"Yeah, kid, it's my favorite, especially fried chicken wings." He replied and continued to stare, "Kinda ironic, isn't it?"
His kid chuckled at it and nodded in agreement, remaining still as he watched the oven in patience. They stayed silent for another few minutes before he could detect that the chicken was done and stood up, taking out a hot plate from a drawer. His kid stepped away so he could open the oven to get the food. He took the food out and placed it on the counter, the smell wafting up in the air.
"Where are the plates?" He mumbled under his breath and suddenly a drawer opened up near his feet, where extremely dust-covered plates were hidden. He held them up which he grabbed from his small hands and ran a finger over them, noting a chump of dust that was accumulated on it. He quickly turned on the sink, running the plates under them, since there was no soap insight and considered it good enough. He used two paper towels to dry the plates before placing them on the countertop next to each, now staring down at the food. He heard a stomach rumble and glanced over his shoulder to see his kid have a small blush on his cheeks from embarrassment.
"Guess I wasn't the only one hungry, huh?" He mumbled under his breath as he grabbed six out of the ten chicken tenders and a hand full of fries for himself. He then proceeded to dump the rest of the food on a plate for his kid and walked over to the table and set it down. His kid followed right behind him and he sat down while his kid climbed onto his own chair.
"Thank you for the food." His kid mumbled in gratitude while he admittedly began to chow down on one of the chicken tenders. His kid ate the French fries first and they remained in peace beside the noise of their chewing. He wasn't a really clean eater when he ate his own food, having to always scavenge for it himself when he was younger, and his kid seemed to pick up his habit as well besides being slower to finish his food.
It took about seven minutes for him to finish his food while his kid took nine minutes. He sighed and leaned the chair back, daring it to practically fall over.
"When is your birthday, Keigo?" He asked curiously and his kid finished swallowing the last of his chicken tender while whipping away crumbs from his face with the back of his hand.
"December twenty-eight." He replied and he nodded, confirming that the date would be right with his own departure. He took his right glove off and opened his mouth, using his talons to scrap out food that got stuck in his teeth.
"What about your birthday?" His kid questioned in return and he stopped picking the food from his mouth, choosing to stick his glove back on.
"April twenty-first." He told his kid and he glanced outside, noting it was completely dark. He closed his eyes to confirm his thoughts on taking his kid with him before running a hand through his hair.
"Pack up, kid." He told him and his child blinked at this, "You're gonna stay with me for a little bit. Your mom won't mind."
Keigo looked at him like he had no clue what he was saying before he nodding viciously and stood up, running to his room. Once he was out of sight, he placed his elbows on the table and folded his hands together, covering up his face as he thought once again about what he was doing.
He is his kid. He can spend time with him and she wouldn't mind a break. It would be fine.
Within two minutes, his child was back with a bright red backpack in hand and the stuffed toy of Endeavor in his other hand, smiling up at him.
"I'm ready." He announced and he stared down at his kid again, still thinking to himself that he might be truly losing his mind.
But the kid looked absolutely excited to leave the place so it shouldn't really cause any problems.
He nodded and walked over to his bag, the weight of feeling like a ton now that he was going to be carrying his kid along with him.
"Give me your backpack. I'll carry it." He told his kid who simply nodded at this and did so. He pulled the mask back over his face and unzipped his jacket, showing the skintight long shelve shirt hidden under his leather-like jacket.
"Alright, you're gonna have to squeeze into my jacket and stay there for the flight." He said and his kid looked at him a little strangely before glancing to his feet.
"Should I have on socks?" His kid questioned and he nodded before the kid padded back to his room, the sound of drawers opening and closing informed him he was trying to find a pair. After a few minutes of searching, the kid came back with both socks and shoes on. The shoes clearly have seen better days from the dirt and grime covering in along a with a small hole in seam near the sole of the shoe.
"Good. Let's get going." He said and motioned his kid to him, who did so and stared up at him.
He was practically looking a mirror. The only difference between the two was their hair color,
He smirked under his mask as he partially zipped the jacket up so his kid could properly rest there.
"Let's get out of here."
His kid practically jumped into his arms and his eyebrows shot up, grabbing him carefully and tried his best not to use his talons to hold him. He stared at his kid who smiled at him and he released a harsh breath, as he turned the kid around and placed him in his jacket which he zipped up to the kid's chin so his head stuck out.
God, what the hell was he doing?
He pulled out his pair of nighttime visors and placed them on his face before digging out his daytime ones as well, shoving them onto his kid's face to protect his eyes. He grabbed the two bags off the ground and walked over to the door, hand grasping it and turning it open. The fresh air greeted him well and he stared at the room again before determination filled him.
Fuck it, he could take care of his kid.
The wood frame of the door echoed as he shut it behind him and he stomped up the stairs, his grip on the bags immensely tight.
"Are we going to the roof?" His kid whispered and he nodded as he opened the doors leading to the roof, staring at the couple of flights before him and the lights that flickered on and off again.
"Yeah, it'll be easier to leave from there." He responded as he started climbing up, hoping that no one would exit from one of the doors he passed by. The smell of cigarettes drifted around in the air and his nose scoffed at the smell, noting that the kid remained quiet.
"Nervous, kid?" He asked his kid shook his head no, his hair flopping about from the action. He smirked under his mask at this as he climbed up the stairs and observed the doors to make sure that no one was going to enter.
"Good. I'm sure you'll enjoy your first flight." He said as they had finally reached the last door, noting a lock on it before sighing. He dropped the bags down then took his glove off to use his talon to pick the lock. He bit the inside of his lip as fiddled with it before hearing the signature noise and dropped the lock. He yanked the door open and picked the bags up again, the cold breeze of the night sky whipping in. The sky was dark in shades of purple, blue, and black with specks of white from the stars while the lights of town illuminated the area.
"Pretty." His kid whispered under his breath and he chuckled at this, stretching his wings out, feeling the air current around.
"Just wait till we get in the sky, kid. You'll love it." He said and flapped his wings, slowly ascending off the ground, "You were made to fly."
Then without another word said, the father and son soared.
Chapter one is done! Hope you guys enjoyed it and look forward to the second chapter which gets more into the new relationship between Hawk's and his father. Drop a favorite if you liked it! Thanks again!