Mika sat in Bakugo's office quietly, waiting. She had dressed in leggings and an oversized black sweater, something soft on her skin. Her hair fell around her in loose dark waves, framing her face.
"Sorry," Bakugo walked in with the other two heroes and shut the door, "we had our own meeting."
"No, don't apologize, I know this is short notice," Her grey eyes looked them over as they sat down.
"So, what's up?"
"I'm going to offer something you can't refuse."
Deku tilted his head, "What do you mean?"
"As we know every quirk has levels, what I use is the baseline, mostly because of what my quirk is."
Shoto leaned on the desk, "You have our attention."
"After last night I reached a conclusion: Kenshi was after me because he thought they could manipulate my quirk...what if I let them?"
"You mean let them capture you," Deku corrected her.
"Yes," she looked at him, "it's risky, but if they use my blood on themselves... I can manipulate them."
"Explain," Bakugo inquired.
"If my blood touches theirs I can control everything, oxygen content, or I can make it poisonous. I can disrupt the flow to their heart...really anything I wanted to..."
"So you're saying let them think they're winning...then what, you kill them?" Bakugo crossed his arms.
"I don't want to kill anyone," she sighed, "A blood transfusion would remove the effects of I poisoned them."
"This is very dangerous Mika," Shoto looked her over, "Please consider that things could very much go south."
She smiled slightly, "I know, but, I'd rather them go south on a no name vigilante than the heroes Japan has their eyes on currently."
Deku eyed her, "Mika you're not a no name vigilante. You're our friend."
"You're set on this, aren't you? That's why you only asked for us," Bakugo was putting together the pieces, "What will you tell Hawks?"
"The truth," she looked at him, "I'm sure he will kick and scream, but, it's not his choice."
"Can we think on it and let you know tonight," Deku let out a breath, "Just let us consider the options."
"Of course," she stood, "I need another day of rest before I can be of any use. Just let me know."
Once she exited the room, Bakugo cursed under his breath, "Dammit this is messy."
"I agree. Do we send in someone knowingly to be tortured until the opportune moment?" Shoto rubbed the back of his neck.
"No matter what we think, Mika will do what she thinks is best," Deku began, "At least she kept us in the loop."
The sun had set as Mika made her way to the safe house. Once inside, her eyes landed on a tired looking Hawks. He was currently laid back on her couch with his arm covering his eyes, breathing deeply. She reached over and flipped off the lights before grabbing a blanket, softly laying it on his sleeping form.
Honestly her body was screaming at her, still exhausted after yesterdays events. She quietly changed and crawled into the bed, settling against the cool pillows. She kept her phone near her, just incase they informed her of their decision. Not that it would matter, but, having their support would make things easier when dealing with a certain stubborn hero.
He didn't remember falling asleep, he opened his eyes, letting them adjust to the darkness. He could feel Mika's presence in the room, making him relax. She was here, safe with him, resting. He threw the blanket off of himself and sat up, checking the time. It was after midnight as he shed his jacket and shirt.
After changing into a pair of sweat pants, he crawled into the bed, his eyes landing on her sleeping form. The color was back on her skin, but the bruise was still there, making him frown. He gently reached out and traced it with his finger tips. Mika's grey eyes slowly opened, reaching up and grasping his hand.
"I'm sorry," his eyes raked over her, "I didn't mean to wake you up."
"It's okay," she looked up at him. "You looked tired so I left you be."
His hand softly ran up her neck, resting on her chin, "Then you come to bed without me," he leaned down and placed a kiss on her lips, "Rude."
She smiled, "Forgive me."
"I'll think on it," he teased.
Her fingers slowly traced his skin, "Think harder."
"Mika don't tease me."
She rolled her eyes, "Who said I was teasing?"
Her hand slid down his abs making him take a deep breath and swallow, his golden eyes almost glowing in the dim night lights. She knew what she was doing, and fuck she was doing it well, taking her sweet time. Her lips collided with his in a hungry kiss. She had no idea what came over her. Maybe it was the need to feel close, or the stress of their current situation, she didn't care.
Hawks jerked her to him, settling her thighs on either side of him as he leaned against the headboard of her bed. His warm hands raked up her bare thighs as she pulled her lips from his, moving them along his jawline. A soft sigh left his lips, "You're playing dirty wearing my shirt."
Mika smiled and nipped his neck, chuckling when his grip on her tightened, "It was my way of having you in bed with me."
He let out a breath, "You're gonna mess around and make me lose my cool."
He reached and pulled their lips back together briefly before her hand in his golden locks pulled them apart again, "You don't intimidate me."
"Too bad," he pulled her hips against him, "because I don't wanna hear a damn word when I fuck you so hard you can't walk."
Mika scoffed against his lips, "You aren't in charge right now, I am."
"You think so?"
"Yes," her fingers traced over his red wing. His burning orbs closed as he nuzzled into her neck before his lips made contact. She grinned, having had the last word. His skin was warm underneath her roaming hands, memorizing every scar and muscle she could while his mouth roamed her collarbone. He hastily pulled the oversized shirt from her person and pulled her to him.
A soft sigh escaped her lips as she felt his lips on her chest. He made a move to flip their position, but her strong hip held him in place. He groaned in frustration before it shifted to a moan as she ground her hips painfully slow. "Dammit Mika," he whispered against her lips.
She smiled, "We already established I'm in charge," her hands ran the length of his wings as she leaned into his ear, "Or do I need to remind you again."
His hands gripped her hips hard as he swallowed, "Woman I swear..." He let out a shaky breath and nipped her shoulder. God she was hot. Well she was hot anyways, but this. This was hot, a stark difference from their past intimate moments.
He sucked in a breath when her finger traced the waistband of his pants, "Lose 'em."
"Yes ma'am," he made quick work, tossing them god knows where. He took this opportunity to pull her chest to his mouth, settling on her breast.
Her hands gently ran up his jaw and into his hair before pulling him away from her. She knew payback was going to be a bitch later, but she enjoyed this. It was amusing. Hawks wasn't sure how to process her calling the shots.
"Fucking hell Mika," he moaned into their kiss as she slowly moved her hips. Fuck she felt good. He was putty in her hands, no thoughts, just this feeling.
Mika moaned softly as his mouth settled on her neck, nipping and sucking on her flesh. His hands softly held her hips, but kept her close, enjoying their skin against one another. She moved deeper, growing needy.
He grinned against her skin, "Thata girl." He closed his eyes as his hips ground against hers, nearing his limit. Mika whimpered against his lips as she climaxed, her nails dug into the skin of his shoulders. He groaned as he came hard. Almost making him lightheaded. He pulled her against him as he rested against the headboard. He placed a soft kiss on her cheek, "I got you."
They stayed this way for a long while. A soft kiss here, gentle words there. Just enjoying being close, something she was worried would slip away soon.
