Feathers and Dark Desires
When the fire started spreading through the streets, super-villains wandering around, people running a screaming, honestly you thought you were going to die. That a villain would get their hands on you and that would be it. Still you ran, if you were gonna go down, you didn't want to make it easy.
You ran and ran as fast as your legs could carry you, but it wasn't enough. You could almost feel a blade at the back of your neck when you were swooped up in someone's arms, high into the air. Safe.
As you opened your eyes, feeling the cold breeze, away from the roaring fire and the shouts of death down below.
"That was close. Are you alright miss?" You recognized that voice, but it couldn't really be him right? Shifting your eyes upwards you were met with the smiling Hawks, his red wings holding flapping, holding the two of you high in the air. He tilted his head slightly to the side, waiting for your answer.
Your cheeks flushed hot, "Oh! Yes! Thank you so much!" You tried to bow your head but only ended up bumping it awkwardly against his chest. Hawks laughed at your actions, his laugh shaking both of you.
"I'm going to let you down somewhere safe alright?" You nod as he starts to fly you over to a roof, far enough from the fires but close enough that he could get to you fast if something went wrong, "There are still a few things I need to take care of. Please wait here, it's still dangerous in the streets. When the villains are gone I'll come back for you alright?"
His voice and eyes were so comforting, his lips pulled into a smile as he placed a gentle kiss to the back of your hand before jumping off the roof, his wings carrying him at the speed of light toward the crowded streets.
From this distance you couldn't quite make out what was happening down there but it seemed like Hawks had things under control. Not surprising, he was the second best hero for a reason. Soon other heroes also arrived and it seemed like the villains were pushed back quickly. The civilians and the fire were also being taken care of from what you could see.
Soon after Hawks made his way back to you, his hands crossed behind his head as he floated down next to you, "Sorry to keep you waiting miss. Things are under control for now but I'm afraid a few of them got away. With villains roaming around we're gonna need to find a temporary homes for you and the rest of the neighborhood. It should be long, a few days at most."
"Was-was anyone hurt?" You thought of your friends, mind reeling with worry.
"Nothing too bad don't worry. If you'd like I can take you somewhere safe." His eyes hooded just for a second as you took his hand, then quickly they were back to their gentle look. Wow, you must be really tired. "Your hand is shaking. It's ok. I won't hurt you."
"I'm tired." You mumble as you feel yourself pulled against his chest, his arms and wings wrapping around you. The more you bury your head into his chest the more sleepy you feel, lightheaded. "I think... I think something's wrong."
"Shhh. You're ok. Just relax. I'm here to protect you remember? Sleep for a while, you must be exhausted from all that running." The last thing you remember is sinking into his embrace, the feeling of his hand under your legs, his lips close to your ear, "I'll keep you safe."
When you woke up you weren't at a hospital. Or a safehouse. Or the home of anyone you knew. It was a rather lavish looking room actually. You tried to move, but damn did your head throb.
"Easy. The drug should be wearing off soon." Drug? Where the hell were you? Panic started to set in and you lunged upwards, only to be pinned by strong hands back against the bed, "I said easy. You'll hurt yourself." The voice was familiar, even in your groggy state. The figure above you started coming into focus.
"Hawks?" He smiled again when he saw your eyes focus on his face. "What's going on? Where am I?"
"My home of course. Do you like your new room?" You frown at him.
"My new room?" His eyes widen a little, his smile starting to get slightly unsettling.
"Of course. I wasn't going to let a pretty little thing like you sleep on the couch." His hand cups your face, but instead of the comfort you felt before you felt a cold, creeping fear shoot across your body. The way he as looking at you, smiling at you, looming over you, it didn't feel right at all.
You gulp, your words coming out shaky despite you trying to remain calm, "I need to go home."
"Home? This is your home now love. It's nice I promise. When you're feeling a bit better I'll give you a tour. But remember my friends are still around so be careful."
"Friends? The heroes are here?" His laugh was cold and sinister, his fingers flexing, tightening around your jaw to keep you still as his face drew closer.
"Not those friends." Your eyes widen as soon as you grasp the meaning of his words. You try to scream but his hand clasps around your mouth, keeping it shut. You kick your legs under him but he only presses his hips against yours harder, his free hand pinning your wrists to the bed, "You're scared. I understand. But promise, I'm only doing this for you love. Just imagine what would happen if it were a real attack, if you got seriously hurt."
Although his words were soft, his voice low, but the look he was giving you, it scared you to your core.
You try to struggle against his grip again, his grip only tightened to an almost painful degree.
"I see you insist on being difficult." As soon as his hand let go of your wrists to reach for something on the side you push against his shoulders, to no avail though. He only glances back at you and shakes his head. He shows you a little vial of liquid, "A little something to help you sleep better. Maybe after you sleep this off you'll see that I'm only trying to keep you safe." He drinks the vial and grips your wrists once more.
His hand leaves your mouth, his fingers grasping your chin to keep your lips parted for his kiss. The liquid makes its way down your throat, and try as you might you are forced to gulp it down. In retaliation you bite his tongue, but he only pressed further into you, deepening the kiss, making you screw your eyes shut tight, only opening them once the kiss is over, the drug already starting to make you sleepy again.
"Feisty little thing." He whispers against your lips, "If it were anyone else it'd cut their tongue out. Lucky for you I like it feisty." There's a streak of blood dripping down his chin but he doesn't seem to mind, his hand lets go of your wrists as they fall onto the pillows. You feel him cup your cheeks, "So pretty." Your body starts to relax under his, "Don't worry, I'll keep you safe forever. Sweet dreams now, I love you." Those are the last words you hear before you sink back into dreamless sleep, managing to catch Hawks winking at you before you're in complete darkness once again.
