"Miya. Miya, wake up."

I blinked my eyes, and felt a sharp pain in my head. My hand shot to my temple, and I rubbed it gently as I pushed myself into a sitting position.

"Oh, my sweet girl."

A pair of strong, muscular arms wrapped around my midsection.

"Father?" I whispered.

I reached up to turn his embrace, but felt the tug of a restraint around my wrist.

"Father, what is-"

"It's just for safekeeping, Miya."

He put his hand on my shoulder in a reassuring fashion.

"You think this," I raised my tethered wrist, "is okay?"

He shrugged, and looked over his shoulder.

"It's precautionary. So I can be sure you won't be taken away from me again."

He touched my chin with his fingertips, and smiled, but it wasn't a smile I recognized. He seemed odd. As if he were tainted by something sinister.

"Take it off." I demanded.

"What?"

The light faded out of his eyes as he looked at me.

"Take. It. Off."

His expression grew increasingly annoyed with every word that I spoke.

"For what reason? So you can run back to that godforsaken hero school?"

"It's not-"

My heart beat heavily in my chest, and I felt my eyebrows furrow. My chest heaved as I drew in a breath.

"You knew."

His facial expression melted, and became one of guilt.

"You knew where I was, and you didn't think to come get me."

'Miya, it's not that simple. I-"

"Not that simple?"

I felt my body start to quake in anger. My fists balled up, and my feathers begged to be used maliciously.

"You're a selfish piece of shit, Father."

The acidity of the words I spoke left a burning sensation on my tongue.

"You dare accuse me of not caring for my own blood? Do you know what I went through after they took you away?"

He took a step towards me. His fist was clenched at his side.

"You have no idea of the thoughts that traversed my mind from the second they took you away.'

He lightly caressed my cheekbone with the tips of his fingers, and looked as if he were reminiscing something from the depths of his memory. His eyes were fixed on the corner of the room as his features became smooth.

"And then, with a little assistance, I received intel on your whereabouts. As relieved as I was that you were out of harm's way I found myself growing ever enraged that you were with that," his eyes closed, and his features hardened, "repulsive, abhorrent, wrongly named Symbol of Peace I knew I had to return you to my side."

I kept my eyes on him as I attempted to steady my breathing.

"All Might cares about me, Father. More than you ever have."

"Then why-"

His words came out silently, just above a whisper. He stopped himself from finishing his thought as his eyes fixed on me, and a sick, twisted smile appeared on his lips.

"Why would you defend the very person who erased your Mother out of existence?"

I felt a wave of nausea wash over me.

"Wha-"

"But you go on defending him, Daughter. I'm sure your deceased Mother would be so proud."

"You're lying."

His eyes widened, and his jaw clenched. He rounded on me, and his face was several inches from mine. His breath was hot, and angry. He lifted his hand without removing his eyes from mine, and closed his fingers into a fist.

"Do not ever disrespect me again."

The intense pressure I felt building between my shoulders was enough to make me cry out, and the sound of crunching metal made my stomach heave.

"Stop, Father. Please. Stop."

His eyes were unblinking as I fell to my knees. Tears burned my cheeks as they fell to the ground around me. His heavy footsteps echoed around the empty room as he made his way to my side. He stood over me, and then lowered himself enough to look into my eyes.

"Never in my life have I been so heartbroken as I am right now. You're a disappointment, Miya. It pains me to say so."

He stood, and made his way to the door. He placed his giant hand on the doorknob, and looked back over his shoulder.

"Consider this your final warning, dear Daughter. If you stand against me again your wings won't be the only thing broken."

The door closed with a slam, and the room darkened. Tears sprang to my eyes, and I closed them tightly in an attempt to fight them off.

"Ar-are you okay?"

I blinked the wetness out of my eyes as I searched the room.

"Hello?"

There seemed to be no source of the mysterious voice.

"I must be hearing things." I thought hopefully.

"It's a pretty large possibility considering the size, and emptiness of this room."

A quirky girl with sky blue, shoulder length hair stood at my side with her arm resting on my shoulder. She adjusted the frames of her large rimmed glasses, and sighed.

"Now, back to my original question. Are you okay?"

Her enormous matching sky blue eyes sparkled as she looked at me.

"Oh, um," I wiped the lingering wetness off of my cheeks, "I'll be fine."

She exhaled loudly, and placed both of her hands on her chest exuberantly.

"I'm so relieved. I thought you were injured."

"No," I said sadly, "but my wings-"

"Boy, that was bad. It sounded painful. Like a tin can being crushed."

"Right." I said as I looked down at the ground.

"Er, um," she cleared her throat, "but I'm sure they're okay. Do you mind if I take a look?"

I looked over at her, and her face lit up with excitement.

"Knock yourself out."

She walked over to my backside, and gently placed her hand on my wings.

"I can definitely fix this."

"Wha-"

"Here," she handed me a dingy, old pillow, "bite this. You may feel a slight pinch."

I spun around quickly.

"No, no, that's okay. I know someone who can fix it."

Recovery Girl's wrinkled face flashed in the back of my mind, and I felt a pain in my chest. Her treatments may have been odd, but I'd give anything for one right now.

"How exactly are you going to get to this person in the state that you're in?"

"I'm going to have to find a way out of here."

She seemed to be lost in thought, and then smiled widely.

"You're persistent. I like that."

"Thanks." I smiled.

"You're probably going to need an adorably quirky sidekick to help you out. Don't worry. I got you covered."

I turned my head, and she skipped back to my side.

"First things first."

She reached back, and pulled a feather out of my damaged wings.

"What are you-"

"Worry not, dear Miya. I have a plan for this feather."

She lifted my tethered arm until she couldn't anymore, and jammed the feather's pointed edge in the small keyhole near my wrist. It opened with a click.

"I could have done that."

I pouted while I rubbed my newly freed wrist.

"Ah, but you didn't." she quipped.

"Fair point. Now what?"

She smiled widely, and her wild blue eyes shined brightly.

"We find a way out of here."

She adjusted her large glasses over her eyes, and looked around the room.

"Why are you helping me?"

"You remind me of someone. Though," she scratched the side of her head, "I'm not sure who."

"I don't even know who you are."

"I'm," she looked away, "someone stuck where I shouldn't be. Just like you."

My heart pinged painfully in my chest as she turned back, and smiled sadly at me.

"You have people that care about you. You want to get back to them, right?" she asked.

"More than I've ever wanted anything."

The wild smile returned to her lips, and she flashed me a thumbs up.

"Right. Then let's get out of here."

She stood, and walked confidently towards the door on the opposite side of the room. With a rather large grin on her face, she reached for the doorknob, and started to twist it.

"Hey, wait!"

I sprinted to her side, and grabbed her hand.

"What exactly are you doing?"

She turned her head, and looked towards the door.

"I'm getting us out of here. Just like I said."

She reached for the knob yet again, and I swatted her hand away.

"Stop it. We can't just walk out of this room. There's two of us, and who knows how many of them. We'd be at a huge disadvantage."

"I know." she said.

"As long as you-"

"No. I mean I know how many of them there are. You asked who knows how many of them there are, and the answer is me."

I looked at her, and felt my eyes widen.

"You what?"

She pointed at her eyes.

"My Quirk allows me to scan any room and see the number of people in the room. I can even tell if they're enemies or allies."

I felt my breath catch in my throat.

"When the hell were you going to tell me that?"

She shrugged.

"You didn't ask."

I rubbed my temples in irritation as she watched me.

"Who are you exactly, and what does my Father want with you?"

Her smile was different than before. It seemed dark, almost tainted.

"Now you're asking the right questions." she said.