"Aww, you're no fun, Endeavor." The wing hero whined. "Com'on! Just lemme do one! Please?"
"No, Hawks."
"Just this once? For me?" Hawks begged.
"I'm not using my powers for something so juvenile."
"Come on, man, just let me roast a marshmallow! I'll even let you be the one to eat it!" Hawks attempted to reached a marshmellow towards Endeavor's flames using one of his long, thin feathers.
"The only thing that's going to be roasting is you if you don't stop that." Endeavour kept Hawks at arm's length, holding his hand against the shorter hero's face to keep him at bay.
"Seriously? You're playing that game?" Hawks huffed with his voice muffled, but he was still forcing his marshmallow skewered feather-blade at the fires burning over the flame hero's shoulders. The feather's pointed end narrowly missed Endeavor's earlobe.
"Watch where you point that feather, Hawks!"
"Ah, sorry. Nearly pieced you there."
"If you're sorry then stop messing around."
Hawks pulled his face away from Endeavor's palm. "I'm not messing around, I'm just trying to roast a marshmallow." Hawks insisted.
"Well, stop trying."
"This could be easier if you just let-"
"It's pointless to use my quirk to roast marshmallows for you."
"It's not pointless!" Hawks exclaimed indignantly. "If I had your quirk I'd absolutely use it as a portable campfire! You're just wasting potential!"
"Not using my quirk to roast marshmallows is not wasting my potential."
"It is though. What if your oven broke?"
"There's plenty of foods that don't require cooking."
"What if it was raw chicken?"
"Then I wouldn't eat it. I'd have something else."
"What if you didn't have anything else? What if the raw chicken was all you had?"
"You're being annoyingly persistent about this."
"Annoying persistence is what I'm good at." Hawks grinned, much to Endeavor's irritation.
"You're great at it." The flame hero's words were sarcastic.
"Thank you."
"It wasn't a compliment."
"I know but I'm taking it as one."
"You shouldn't."
"Too late. I already did."
Endeavor sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose. "You're not going to stop until you wear me down, are you?"
"Is it working?" Hawks leaned closer to Endeavor, grinning cheekily.
"No." Endeavor deadpanned.
Hawks' smile fell into a frown, then shifted into an expression of determination which Endeavor did not like the look of one bit. "Well, then, I guess I'll just have to try harder."
He lunged at the number one hero with marshmallow skewered featherblade, only for the larger man to sidestep out of the way with swift ease. Endeavor watched as Hawks fell flat on his face but still managed to miraculously keep the marshmallows on his feather from touching the ground.
"Hawks, no."
"Hawks, yes!"
"You're unbelievable." Endeavor said, unimpressed that the number two hero had wanted to see him over something so time-wasting.
"Aww, you're no fun, Endeavor." The wing hero whined. "Com'on! Just lemme do one! Please?"
"No, Hawks."
"Just this once? For me?" Hawks begged.
"I'm not using my powers for something so juvenile."
"Come on, man, just let me roast a marshmallow! I'll even let you be the one to eat it!" Hawks attempted to reached a marshmellow towards Endeavor's flames using one of his long, thin feathers.
"The only thing that's going to be roasting is you if you don't stop that." Endeavour kept Hawks at arm's length, holding his hand against the shorter hero's face to keep him at bay.
"Seriously? You're playing that game?" Hawks huffed with his voice muffled, but he was still forcing his marshmallow skewered feather-blade at the fires burning over the flame hero's shoulders. The feather's pointed end narrowly missed Endeavor's earlobe.
"Watch where you point that feather, Hawks!"
"Ah, sorry. Nearly pieced you there."
"If you're sorry then stop messing around."
Hawks pulled his face away from Endeavor's palm. "I'm not messing around, I'm just trying to roast a marshmallow." Hawks insisted.
"Well, stop trying."
"This could be easier if you just let-"
"It's pointless to use my quirk to roast marshmallows for you."
"It's not pointless!" Hawks exclaimed indignantly. "If I had your quirk I'd absolutely use it as a portable campfire! You're just wasting potential!"
"Not using my quirk to roast marshmallows is not wasting my potential."
"It is though. What if your oven broke?"
"There's plenty of foods that don't require cooking."
"What if it was raw chicken?"
"Then I wouldn't eat it. I'd have something else."
"What if you didn't have anything else? What if the raw chicken was all you had?"
"You're being annoyingly persistent about this."
"Annoying persistence is what I'm good at." Hawks grinned, much to Endeavor's irritation.
"You're great at it." The flame hero's words were sarcastic.
"Thank you."
"It wasn't a compliment."
"I know but I'm taking it as one."
"You shouldn't."
"Too late. I already did."
Endeavor sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose. "You're not going to stop until you wear me down, are you?"
"Is it working?" Hawks leaned closer to Endeavor, grinning cheekily.
"No." Endeavor deadpanned.
Hawks' smile fell into a frown, then shifted into an expression of determination which Endeavor did not like the look of one bit. "Well, then, I guess I'll just have to try harder."
He lunged at the number one hero with marshmallow skewered featherblade, only for the larger man to sidestep out of the way with swift ease. Endeavor watched as Hawks fell flat on his face but still managed to miraculously keep the marshmallows on his feather from touching the ground.
"Hawks, no."
"Hawks, yes!"
-
Hawks hurried besides Endeavor, and Endeavor was using every ounce of his self-control to ignore the constant pleas repeating in his ear. His usual appearance flames were not present as Endeavor was not going give Hawks the satisfaction of roasting anything over his shoulder-guards while his back was turned.
"Please?"
"No."
"Please?"
"No."
"Please?"
"No."
"Please?"
"No."
"Pleeeeeaaa-?!"
Finally Endeavor's reservoir of patience had completely trickled away.
"HAWKS!"
Endeavor sent a stream of flames in Hawks' direction in his anger. Hawks yelped in suprise as he dived down onto the ground to avoid being barbecued alive, but a smug grin curled up from his lips. He lifted his marshmallows just enough so that they were caught by the flame.
The expression of Endeavor's face shifted from blind anger to irritated as he came to realise that ticking him off was Hawks' intention all along. Hawks looked proud as he waved the toasted marshmallows above his mouth, ready to take a bite of them. Endeavor sent another much smaller spark towards Hawks which completely destintergrated the feather, leaving the blackened marshmallows to drop onto the ground.
"Hey! What was that for?!" The wing hero squawked as his puffed up his feathers aggressively.
"For deliberately pissing me off." Endeavor grunted as Hawks flipped him the bird with both of his hands.
"What else was I supposed to do? You were never gonna crack and let me roast a marshmallow myself."
