"Stop thief!" Screaming, the voice cries out as the people scream, screeching at the cacking male, flying high into the sky, using the metallic components hovering above him as some sort of platform for him to flee, a brief case in hand, grinning from ear to ear at his supposed victory as the people below screaming, shouting for some sort of hero, watching on fearful unaware of the flickering flames of blasts bellowing behind the villain, leaping from one rooftop to the other.
"Yo Sonicspark is in the hizz house so give the pro some space kay?" Cheerily, the voice hollers as the others turn to the male, he has headphones on, boisterously blasting said music through the earphones. He has purplish plum hair with bright blue eyes, matching his thick squared shaped lenses which he adjusts as he strolls about the place, wearing a coal black leather jacket, a loose plum v neck with thin stripes of a darker shade of purple. He wears leather trousers and steel toed boots. He smirks up at the sight of cursing, screeching, snarling smirking at the sheer sight of her target, the villain, flying high in the sky, leaping form one rooftop to the next.
"Oh my gosh it's Sonicspark!" Excitedly, one of the crowds spot him, a girl squealing with a few other middle schoolers.
"Ladies." Cheekily, he winks at the group of girls squealing, love hearts in their eyes only then to perk up at the shadow making him look up, arching a brow bored by the sight of metal raining down upon them. He places his fingertips upon his lenses, his eyes narrowing. He places them on his head then takes in a deep breath before bellowing out a sharp screech, boisterous gales of wind come gushing out of him, swiftly destroying said rubble that comes crashing down to the ground.
Sonicspark, real name Kane Ahane, the soundwave hero, quirk sound spark, he can control the soundwaves of his voice, he can direct them through any surface and manipulate the soundwaves in the air around him. Although not too much if he does he can damage his vocals permanently.
"You won't stop me!" Maddeningly, the villain proclaims proudly to the world, snarling glaring down at him.
"You wanna mix tracks with me kid? You don't know what you're dealing witthhh!" Screeching, he yells as he opens his mouth about to strike only then for a sudden burst of gust to kick the villain back as crouched on a fluffy cloud is a woman. She has coal black hair with faint stripes of green matching her green iris as she stands protectively in front of the scowling male, hands shoved in his pockets.
"The hell Firefly!? You're ruining my solo!" Seething, Sound spark snaps glaring daggers at her back, slamming his foot down on the ground enraged, feeling his blood boil, bubble at the girl before him. She wears a navy blue skin-tight pair of shorts and halter top, her hair is held up in a small spikey ponytail, underneath is coal black leggings, she wears combat boots as well as she adjusts her goggles lenses with a green visor on.
"Stick to the plan moron remember the boss has her eyes on him!" Strictly, she reminds him as she twirls the staff in hand, releasing gale after gale blasting back the metal returning it to the cocoon of the villain.
Haneul Pung, hero name Firefly, quirk weather bolt, she can control the temperament of the air, she can harden it to form rain or ice she even increase the temperature of the atmosphere but only a small area can she do it and for a limited amount of time.
"So you ruined my shot!? Urgh you are such a show stealer!" Bitterly, Soundspark sneers glaring to the side.
"Everyone stay back." Firmly, Firefly ignores the boy behind her telling the others.
"And now you're trying to outdo me the heck Firefly!?" Fuming, he snarls snapping at her but of course it falls to deaf ears.
"Oh my gosh it's firefly!" Soundspark's eye twitches at the group of boys gushing over her.
"Boss seems to me he has a magnetism quirk." Seriously, she places her forefingers upon the communicator in her ear.
"No shit." Crudely, the voice snaps back as she looks up to see the blasts bellowing from the rooftop.
"All clear Bossio!" Kane hollers smirking smugly at the woman leaping from rooftop to rooftop, explosions spewing out of her gauntlets.
"That's what I like to hear." Smirking, ruby reds gleam, glisten at the battle before her as she finally arrives on the scene, her smirk widens when she is suddenly pulled forward towards the nest oblivious to the cackling villain who only notices when she firmly slams her feet upon the shell of metal trying to get a grasp.
"It's Bombarda!" Excitedly, one of the kids point out.
"Wow!"
"She's so cool!"
"What the!? How the hell did you get up here!?" Horrified, the villain demands glaring into a pair of blood red.
"Guess you forgot to take this as a factor!" Cackling, she reels her fist back, his eyes dilating in horror at the robotic arm reeling back before slamming into the cocoon as she then declares…
"DIE!"
"Die?" The crowd blinks baffled watching as a current of an explosion, a chain of explosions engulfs the fist, slamming into the hero, his case of metal dispersing as he comes crashing down screaming only then to gasp when said robot limb grabs hold of his throat. Roughly, he is thrown back to the ground, pinned down by the woman before him, grinning sadistically as he goes limp, the last thing he sees before blacking out are her raw reds, bloodthirsty almost.
"Boss the debris!" Soundspark calls out.
"Firefly." Coldly, she calls out to the girl nodding her head, beginning to twirl her staff as the civilians watch the debris that had come crashing down upon them be thrown into a specific space as the woman gets into position, slowly raising her hands up high into the air.
"On it." Bored, she places her hands up right in the air, crouching down as the shards come crashing down, heading straight to the people below or so they thought.
Silently, she raises her hands to the high heavens as an explosion engulfs the debris.
Shocked, the people's eyes expand watching in awe as a huge explosion spews out of the hands, engulfing and leaving nothing but ash in the air as she slowly lowers her hands, craning her neck from side to side, hearing the crisp crunch of bone. But she brushes it off as she turns to seeing the police having arrived on scene, swiftly arresting said male as she turns her back to the scene, shoving her hands into her pockets, leaving with her sidekicks, with her job done she heads back to her agency, Bombarda agency…or so she had hoped.
"Did you see us back there boss we were on fire I tell ya!?" Excitedly, Soundspark beams brightly as he returns from the crowd after draping his arm over a few ladies, giving out autographs while Sayako gives her report to the police. Firefly meanwhile stands by her side, scowling when watching Soundspark make a fool of himself doing all sorts of strange dance moves winking at the cameras.
"We were on fire!" Smiling, he leaps up and down in the air, grinning, performing a few poses when he notes the camera on them some flashing, some recording.
"…" Silently, Bombarda simply stares ahead after dismissing the police, giving them the information needed as the prisoner is taken in while she turns to leave the facility, Firefly trailing behind her.
"And did you see the way those girls were looking at me!" Joyous, Soundspark twirls, posing, grinning as he gushes unaware of the judgmental glare form Firefly as raw reds simply stare ahead.
"You mean those underaged girls." Crudely, Firefly sneers scowling as she sits perched upon her cloud, sat cross legged glaring at the bombastic boy on the other side of Bombarda.
"Do you have to ruin things?" Fuming, Soundspark snaps at her.
"Do you have to take things so lightly if I hadn't stopped you people would be bleeding from their eardrums!?" Enraged, she snaps back unaware of the raw red twitching from the two behind her, yelling in her ears. She closes her eyes trying to find some sort of composure but…
"Do you have to be such a prude no wonder you're a…" Slyly, Soundspark begins but…
"Enough." Curtly, Bombarda snaps startling both sidekicks flinching from her cold curt command.
"But Boss…" Childishly, Soundspark tries to argue only to flinch being swiftly silenced by her raw red glare showing such intensity, showing such bloodlust swiftly silencing him.
"I said enough." Icily, she repeats reaffirming it.
"Fine, fine." Soundspark sighs slumping his shoulders.
"Bombarda are you sure you're alright that was a huge explosion you did back there?" Worriedly, Firefly questions her boss, clearly concerned for the stoic soldier.
"I'm fine." Frowning, she answers.
"And your arm? He managed to get a hold on it what if…?" Fretful, Firefly begins making her sigh slumping her shoulders.
"I said it's fine Firefly." Calmly, she assures Firefly seeing her sweaty palms fidgeting, rub around her staff, her fingertips flexing around it panicked.
" But…" Meekly, Firefly whispers, her nails scraping against her staff, her cloud turning slightly grey as Soundspark rolls his eyes.
"Stop being such a worrywart Firefly we wouldn't be following Bossio if she weren't up to the job." Sternly, Soundspark deadpans hands on his hips.
"How can you say that? I follow Bombarda because I believe her to be…" Furious, Firefly begins one of her tanged making both heroes groan, Bombarda closes her eyes, hearing the familiar ring she grew accustomed with easily blocking it out while Firefly is oblivious, talking nonstop as he spots Soundspark mocking her with his hands.
"Urggggh boooorring…look I know where you'll go you'll say she's amazing, she's this, she's a true hero you know boss and I zone out of that crap right?" Grumbling, Soundspark points out crossing his arms over his chest.
"SH-Shut up! I wasn't going to say that tch you have no idea what respect is do you!?" Furious, Firefly snaps scowling as the cloud beneath her releasing a low growl of some sort, seeing some stray sparks spew out.
"Not till you earn it will you see it." Soundspark smirks smugly unaware of Bombarda's furrowed frown when seeing the cloud about to open her mouth when…
"SHUT THE FUCK UP!" Hollering, Bombarda scowls at the two taking them both aback, the dark cloud thundering shifting, softly returning back to its snowy state.
"Y-Yes mam…" Together, both of them bow their head to their boss.
"If you don't keep your emotions in check Firefly your cloud would have gone mental and the thunder could have sprung out and hurt a civilian." Sternly, she tells Firefly off who bows her head pained, shame clear upon her face.
"I'm sorry boss." Softly, she whispers bowing her head making Soundspark smirk smugly, crossing his arms at his so-called victory only to falter from her ice cold glare, causing his glasses to fall from one side, leaving them limp hanging off his ear. He flinches from her raw reds.
"And Soundspark stop egging her on. Just because it's easy to mess with her does not mean you should do it. No talking until we get back to the agency." Annoyed, she tells the two.
"B-But…" Soundspark tries to argue but…
"NO Talking." Sharply, she cuts him off, her fingertips flexing small explosions flying making him release a small whimper.
"Y-Yes mam." Meekly, both bow their head obediently.
"What was that?" Sharply, she snaps at the two.
"…" Silently, the two bow their head, sweat sliding down their temple.
"Better." Bombarda huffs turning on her heel continuing on her way the two trailing behind her heads down as they try to head back to the agency…
"Bombarda really is something else…"
"Hey you think I could get her autograph?"
"Autograph? Bombarda doesn't do that, she doesn't do any of that sort of thing!"
"What? That's really rude!"
"Yeah it's our money that gives her the lavish life she has!"
"And it's her life she's putting on the line…" Snippily, Firefly remarks.
"What was that?" Bombarda turns to glare at Firefly flinching from her ice cold glare.
"N-Nothing." Firefly bows her head as Soundspark shakes his head at her, muttering idiot making her eye twitch about to turn to open her mouth but she glances over at the back of the blonde and falters, bowing her head continuing following her.
"Just ignore them. They aren't worth getting angry over." Gently, Bombarda tells Firefly her eyes widening when seeing the red eyes wonder stare straight ahead as they continue on their way back to the agency only to falter from the crowd outside their agency, making them furrow their brow at the sheer sight of the parasites infecting the front of their agency.
"Told you we should have dealt with them back there boss." Soundspark states as he readjusts his lenses, furrowing his brow at the sight of the parasitic press before their agency making Bombarda groan slumping his shoulders, exasperation etched into her fatigued facial features, pinching the bridge of her nose, a part of her tempted to just blow them all but she stops herself, not wanting anymore drama, angering the press she learned is like poking a bull. She didn't know why people did it but she wanted nothing to do with it.
"We shouldn't have to deal with them at all." Angrily, Bombarda crosses her arms over her chest, her foot tapping on the floor, her brow furrowed trying to think of some solution around this problem.
"Come on boss it's all part of the process you know how it is." Soundspark smiles softly at his boss, looking up at her as she simply scowls glaring at them.
"Then you deal with them." Tiredly, Bombarda snaps at Soundspark.
"Come on boss. It's not that hard just smile." Soundspark smiles hands on hips as he turns to face his boss.
"I don't smile." Sternly, she snaps scowling at Soundspark smiling uneasily, sweat slithering down his tense temple, releasing a small sound of unease.
"Yeah…this may be harder than we thought." Soundspark furrows his brow glancing to the side scowling turning to Firefly furrowing her brow worriedly.
"Aw come on don't you wanna enjoy the spotlight a bit?" Excitedly, Soundspark clasps his hands together, rubbing them eagerly, a glint gleaming glistening in his icy blue.
"What do you think?" Tensely, she snaps straight-faced.
"But boosssss…" Childishly, Soundspark slumps his shoulders pouting.
"Stay if ya want see if I care." Carelessly, she shrugs him off turning to do a forward assault almost at the agency willing to blast them to shreds much to the concern and panic of her sidekicks.
"Oh come on boss!" Beseechingly, Soundspark begs, trying to get her to stop something that she will no doubt regret.
"We could use my cloud to get to the top they haven't noticed us yet so…" Firefly offers twirling the staff in her grasp.
"E-Excuse me…" Surprised, the group jolt up at the meek voice turning to look down at the boy before them.
"Sorry but Bombarda doesn't do autographs." Softly, Firefly smiles sadly at the child.
"What?" The child whispers their voice cracking making Bombarda furrow her brow.
"But we do we can give you our autographs!" Animatedly, Soundspark smiles kneeling down.
"N-No it's okay." Dejected, the child whispers, furrowing her brow shyly stepping back.
"A-Are you sure?" Pained, Soundspark whimpers, his voice cracking, breaking, his tone trembling when holding the child's shaking shoulders, pleading for it almost begging, beseeching even.
"Y-Yeah." Freaked out, the child pries herself off Soundtrack watching on, on his hands and knees pained.
"O-Oh….okay sorry for bothering you." Saddened, the boy bows his head sniffling whimpering making a pair of raw red soften sadly, sighing, bowing her head.
"Now hold on." Scowling, Bombarda turns to the group.
"Hm?" Firefly raises a brow.
"Boss?" Soundspark turns to sniffle, turning to look up at her.
"Come here kid." Sighing, Bombarda places her hands on her hips.
"Huh?" The kid turns to beam brightly at her.
"You got a pen and paper?" Bombarda asks him as she kneels down.
"Y-Yeah." The boy reveals the notepad and pen.
"Right then…who's it for?" Curious, Bombarda asks the kid.
"My brother. He's working really hard hoping to get into U.A but he's been a bit down so maybe this will cheer him up!" Hopeful, the boy exclaims.
"Your big brother huh? He wants to be a hero?" Curious, Bombarda asks him.
"Yeah he doesn't have the best quirk, so he works in support but he's really cool." Earnestly, the boy explains.
"Hey being in support is just as valuable as being a hero." Sternly, she tells the kid swiftly writing down her initials.
"Really?" The boy beams brightly.
"Where do you think I got this arm from?" Smugly, she reveals said arm to the boy, flexing the robot limbs making the boy gasp.
"Thanks Bombarda!" Grateful, he gushes going starry eyed over the initials.
"You uh…you sure you don't want one of my signatures?" Hopeful, Soundspark asks.
"Thanks again Bombarda." Joyous, the boy blanks him out and flees from the group, leaving a devasted dejected Soundspark reaching out to the kid making both Bombarda and Firefly furrow their brow at him, Firefly gently prods his back but gets nothing out of him.
"I thought you didn't do autographs…" Annoyed, Soundspark huffs bitterly huffing as Bombarda slowly stands.
"DIE." Bombarda snarls snapping at him about to blast him when…
"Bombarda!" Suddenly, a microphone is shoved in her face making her eye twitch.
"Oh for f-" Fuming, Bombarda begins biting her lip, trying to swiftly silence herself as she glares at the lens pinned upon her.
"Tell us." The reporter demands as her raw red eye twitches while Firefly gawks at the scene playing out before her.
"Quick you moron snap out of it! do the only thing you're good at!" Fuming, Firefly snaps seething as she grabs hold of Soundspark shaking him, trying to get him out of this frozen state of dejection fearful of leaving Bombarda in the hands of the reporters, seeing the bloodlust oozing out of her, surprised at how oblivious the press are.
"Bombarda tell us how does it feel with the recent shift in the pro hero polls?" The reporter questions her, alarming Firefly.
"Come on you moron it's the reason she took you on in the first place!" Hissing, she snarls slapping him as her eyes widen when feeling the faint flinch from the ghostly figure now jolting to life, his eyes widening when seeing the scene play out.
"The hell are you on about?" Annoyed, she questions him making the reporter flinch from her words.
"Boss don't swear on TV!" Urgently, Soundspark hisses at her but she simply arches a brow bored.
"Don't you know? You've soared through the polls, it seems you've become quite popular with the populace tell us how does that make you feel?" The reporter asks her.
"Just fucking perfect." Dryly, she rolls her eyes.
"P-Pardon?" Perplexed, the reporter reels back.
"Look I really don't care what number I am to this stupid system of yours. All I care about is getting my job done and you lot are not helping that. This interview is over." Bluntly, she deadpans making both her sidekicks cry out at the sheer bluntness of their boss as she brushes them pass them, heading towards the door to her agency.
"Wait what? Are you even going to the the-" The woman questions only to gasp at the door swiftly slammed shut in her face giving her the answer she so needed.
"So what's going on my homies we got some good news rolling about turns out our big bad boss Bombarda is in the top ten and not just that she's number four would you look at that!? It's amazing so we thought to celebrate we'd put on this livestream, a Q&A of sorts so feel free to ask any questions you got. But know we have a fair few questions from the last podcast that we couldn't answer so hope to answer in this session you dig? Great? Great let's do this!" Animatedly, Kane gushes as he talks in the camera, his icy blues gleaming glistening in the camera lens where he wears his causal gear, his plum locks tied into a low ponytail with one stray strand dangling down the side of his hair. He wears a loose purple sweater with thin white lines with pink and purple lines, he wears a pair of purple distressed jeans and dark plum combat boots, he has a coal black tank top underneath.
"We're going to make a cake for Bombarda see Bombarda really likes cooking in her free time, the stuff she makes is awesome." Flatly, Firefly explains to the camera standing by his side, she has her arms crossed she wears a loose snow-white dress shirt with fluffy puffy sleeves, nearly tucked in a black skirt courtesy of the black belt with a silver buckle dangling down the side of her hip, being a the crescent of a moon, matching the moon earing she has dangling down her ear, her hair is loose as she wears coal black distressed tights and black dolly shoes. Her long black hair is let loose as her greens gaze down into the camera matching the faint streaks of green in her hair.
"Albeit a bit spicy." Snippily, Kane grumbles adjusting his lenses as the ding of the microwave echoes where Haneul takes out the popcorn, pouring it into the bowl, she takes out.
"You're tongue's just weak!" Surprised, both of them jolt up at the voice and sharp slam of the door, they turn the camera to the scowling brown haired woman before them, her blood reds glaring daggers at the two. Firefly simply smiles at her both while Kane…
"You didn't have to scare us you know and for your information it's perfectly balanced thank you very much." Kane scowls at the voice.
"You cried when you ate a chilli." Frowning, Haneul points out as she leans over the kitchen counter where the phone recording is propped looking at chat as Kane flinches from the memory.
"You told me it was a bell pepper!" Pettily, he points out slamming his hands down on the countertop at the memory only then to whimper from the sheer strength used.
"You okay there tiger?" Teasingly, Bombarda arches a brow bemused by the shaking mess before her trying to keep composed despite the sharp shudder of pain coursing through him making Haneul sweat drop at the moron before her.
"J-Just fine." Pained, he grits out slamming his teeth together as amused Bombarda simply arches a brow.
"You're really not." Frankly, Firefly deadpans, prying his hand off the counter making him cry out cradling his sore raw red hands, recoiling his hands back, cradling them from the sharp slap making the two-sweat drop.
"Firefly the hell traitor! And you still didn't answer my question why didn't you stop me!?" Mad, Kane points at her making her roll her eyes as he then turns to glare at Bombarda.
"I didn't think you'd actually eat it! And I was cooking, your fault for stealing my ingredients." Fairly, Bombarda shrugs as she then leaves the two, to their own devices.
"Oh just a heads up too we're planning to livestream tonight to celebrate so…yeah." Awkwardly, Manuel answers glancing to the side.
"Firefly I was going to say that." Whining, Kane argues childishly.
"We're going to make a cake to celebrate this so we're going to need her out of the house since its her day off we're planning to ask her to go shopping for some stuff." Lazily, Manuela easily ignores the loudmouth arguing one-sidedly with the girl leaning into the plump pillow of her palm.
"Urgh….did you even listen to a single world I said?" Sad, Kane bows his head slumping his shoulders.
"What do you think?" Haneul looks up at him seeing his cheeks puffed out.
"So that should be long enough right?" Dejected, Kane sighs.
"I think so then again how long does a cake take?" Unsure, Haneul quirks her head to the side at the thought.
"I don't know." Kane shrugs making Haneul freeze form his words.
"What do you mean you don't know?" Panicked, Haneul demands from him.
"I never made a cake before." Kane reveals.
"Neither have I!" Horrified, Haneul stands up worry laced in her tone.
"Oh…well this is going to be fun." Kane winks in the camera.
"If we destroy her kitchen she's going to kill us!" Harshly, Haneul hisses at him.
"No she won't she loves us!" Confidently, Kane proclaims only then for them to hear the sound of shuffling.
"NO I don't." Sharply, she snaps, Bombarda strides into view in her causal attire eyeing both sidekicks warily.
"Boss hey!" Happily, Kane greets her nervously.
"No." Curtly, she snaps.
"What?" Kane blinks.
"Whatever you guys are going to ask no." Strictly, she crosses her arms over her chest.
"Why not?" Whining, Kane questions.
"I'm not leaving you two alone. You set my kitchen on fire the last time!" Angrily, she reminds both sidekicks making them sweat drop at the memory.
"Mam if I may that incident was entirely Spark's fault." Firmly, Firefly points out making Kane flinch from her words.
"Hey the hell Firefly!?" Fuming, Kane turns to glare at her.
"You put ice cream in my microwave!" Scowling, Bombarda reminds the two.
"As any sane person would do." Kane points out.
"You had a spoon in it!" Incensed, she reminds the two bowing their head at the memory.
"How we were to know that would happen?" Meekly, Kane shrugs.
"It's common fucking sense!" Sharply, she snaps at the twp.
"Well look if anything that was by accident." Sighing, Kane points out.
"I'm sure they said the same about your birth." Bombarda remarks.
"Meeean…" Pouting, Kane huffs poking Bombarda in her cheek making her raw red twitch.
"She isn't wrong." Haneul agrees.
"This coming from the one adopted!" Annoyed, Kane snaps making both girls turn to gawk at him.
"The FUCK Kane!" The two chorus as Firefly bows her head, twirling her fingertips as next thing the group knew…
"I'msorryI'msorryI'msorry!" Screeching, Kane wails as he runs back and forth feebly fleeing from the cloud chasing after him pouring down on the sobbing wreck being drenched as he falls flat against the floor, groaning, his body twitching before screaming when a small spark strikes down upon him.
"The floor better be clean when I get back." Sternly, she snaps at Firefly nodding her head.
"Of course." Dutifully, Haneul bows her head as she watches Bombarda head towards the door to leave, her ears ringing as the last thing she hears is…
"HEEEELPMEEEEE!" Wailing, Spark screams, Kane runs back and forth, the tears freely falling from the coal cloud hovering above the screeching spark as he hears the boisterous bellow of thunder crackling within the dark cloud chasing after him with the tears freely falling from the crying cloud above, torturing the blonde below. Firefly continues watching, reaching out to the popcorn by her side, popping one in her mouth, enjoying the show.
Urgh fucking people, hate him, telling me what to do, first they tell me to have a day off due to some stupid muscle of mine going weird, I said I was fine, I can do whatever I want but no! the hero commission have to be all you should prepare for your first appearance on the top ten. They act as if I'm going tch as if…Smirking, Bombarda shakes her head at the thought as she roams through the populated populace, a hollow chuckle escaping her lips at the thought. As if she would waste her time going to some pompous party filled with heroes all wanting to use the other, to stab the other in the back for a glimpse of the spotlight.
Scowling, she closes her eyes trying to listen the music blasting from her earphones raw red ones unaware of a few eyes on her some recognising her, some glaring, others simply in awe of her supposed youthful features from her sweat sliding down her temple. Her teeth grind together in anger at the thought.
She never understood why, then again, she never understood how she got to be umber four either way she hated it, she hated every single of it. She tried talking to the commission telling them she wasn't the sort of hero they would want on the top ten, trying to get their eyes off her but of course the populace chose and their votes apparently matter. No doubt the commission want to keep a shaper eye on her. Seething, Bombarda feels her blood boil at the thought who did the commission think they were, telling her what to do? They were nothing but extras with sticks shoved up their asses in her eyes. All she wanted was to get her job done and get home that's it nothing more nothing less but nope they want the public know her well maybe she didn't want the people to know her, is that idea so farfetched to understand? She's a person, she has human rights, she deserves to be left….huh?
Confused, Bombarda stops in her steps when noting a strange stray feather flutter down before her view. She simply scowls at the stray feather swiftly stamping on it before continuing on her way, the plastic bag dangling down her hand. She wears a flannel open dangling down exposing her coal black tank top matching her black boots wearing distressed jeans, her ears listen to the faint jingle of her brown beads dangling down her wrist brushing against the black bands dangling down one side of her wrist…
"The fuck?" Befuddled, Bombarda mutters under her breath oblivious to the mother gasping nearby and slamming her hands over her child's mouth who gapes gushing. He looks up pointing at the brunette before him, her raw reds glaring daggers at the strange figure flying in the sky doing loops and…the fuck is going on? Some sky show or something, tch what a pain…Scowling, Bombarda turns to face ahead wanting nothing to do with the weirdo flying above, continuing to listen to her music, her head bobbing briefly to the music without her realizing that is until…
"VILLAIN!" Startled, she jolts up at the high pitch screen, seeing the shadow pass over them all as she feels the tremors coursing through the street. Her ears perking up at the sharp screams of men, women, children, clinging to one another frightened from the huge beast having almost engulfed the city.
"HAWKS NO!" Confused, she furrows her brow at the high pitch screams turning to see the group of girls tears in their eyes as her raw reds narrow at the sky seeing a yellow blurt be slammed down to the ground where in the crater cracks lie the bloodied blonde, his visor cracked, crimson coating his temple as he tries to hold the jaw back, the daggers snarling snapping at him, salvia dripping down him.
"Ever considered a breath mint?" Playfully, Hawks smirks making a pair of raw reds narrow exasperation etched into her facial features. She notes the numerous familiar features impaled into the creature's side doing nothing. Her eyes dart around pondering where the other heroes are before sighing, so much for her day off.
"Hey kid hold this would ya?" She turns to the boy from before.
"Y-You're…! N-No way!" Excitedly, the boy gushes his hazels shimmering shining at the sheer sight of the brunette passing her shopping bag to him before darting over to the scene, ignoring the sharp searing sensation of her trembling hand.
Scowling, she brushes past people ignoring their brief grunts of hey, stop as she stands before the creature.
"DIE!" Snarling, she shouts as she fires from her single palm, a burst of explosion hitting the creature straight in the air as it cries out, being thrown aside from the sheer power of the explosion, being propelled backwards before going limp into the crater formed below. Stunned gold gaze into a pair of raw red, not even sparing him a look.
"Take a day off they say, you deserve it they say, useless…see what happens when I take a day off. Can't even go out without shit hitting the fan." Fuming, she curses under her breath grumbling, her earpods blasting, blaring. She seethes, snarls, grumbling under her breath only then to grimace at the sharp searing sensation in her wrist. Shit! She curses cradling her wrist, she had hit her limit, urgh she hated it when they were right.
Still what's done was done, a villain was defeated and now all she had to do was go back to her flat and pray to whatever was out there, that her apartment was normal, no fires, no damp, no nothing. She leaves, rudely brushing past people immediately jumping to Hawks side as his hues stare at the back of the fleeting flannel figure, looking down at the kid gushing, gawking, gaping at her. She takes her bag back with a soft pat to the kid's head before leaving the stunned staring Hawk who then takes note of the paparazzi. He stands, returning to his laid back demeanour, tending to the people and paparazzi at hand, dealing with the flashes at hand. His mouth moving while his gold glare at the back of the fleeting figure of red…
Quietly, Bombarda bows her head to the melody bursting into her eardrums, bopping her head to the music unconsciously, closing her eyes making her way back to the flat unaware of a smirking blonde by her side, landing down besides her, hands shoved into his pockets, a small smile of endearment upon his lips. His gold hues are filled with mirth watching on as she bops to the music, finding himself bopping to it when hearing the muffled music that is until…she stops and her raging red meet a pair of gleaming gold. He opens his mouth, sliding his hand out of his pocket to happily greet her only to be caught off by the robotic limb grabbing him by his jacket collars of sorts.
"Are you fucking mocking me punk?" Enraged, she snarls in his face, bringing him close to her face for her curt crimson to glare into a pair of jovial gold.
"Of course not you got good music taste though it isn't very hero like now is it?" Teasingly, he wiggles a brow making her eye twitch, a shadow clouding over her features before placing her hand to his face.
"DIE." Icily, she snaps swiftly steam spews out of her palm as he is thrown back by the brief explosion, a small weaker one he notes from the last one as she swiftly drops him, continuing on her way that is until she gasps when a single stray fleeting feather swiftly swipes at her shopping back.
"Hey!" Sharply, she snaps at him, turning to see his scorched features, coal black smears upon his face as he peers into the bag making her eye twitch, feeling her blood boil, bubble, burn.
"Hey you got good taste in food, chicken a classic." Approvingly, he winks at her perched upon the bench as she seethes, her brow twitching even more.
"DIE." Swiftly, she dives her robotic limb towards said bag but he even flutters forward high in the air towering over her, bag in hand.
"You like saying die a lot huh? Is that your catchphrase?" Curious, he quirks his head to the side smirking smugly down at the furious fuming brunette before him, a part of him pondering if a blood vessel will burst.
"You like ignoring people don't you?" Her raw reds narrow glaring into his mischievous gold.
"Of course not I only want to say welcome to a new face to the top ten pros." Smoothly, he lands down, draping his arm over the girl glaring directly at his hand.
"Oh for the…" Sharply, she slaps his hand aside.
"Hey as thanks for saving my butt back there and for making it to the top ten we should go out, how about it Yakitori on me?" Eagerly, he offers winking at her.
"Die." Curtly, she rejects him, swiftly swiping and reclaiming her bag, turning and beginning to leave but…
"Yeah I guess with the chicken you're probably going to cook something how about I join? I may not know much about cooking but I'm eager to listen." Easily, he catches up, gliding by her side, his hands behind his head as he winks at her only to blink by the hand shoved in his face.
"Die." Icily, she snaps, a small boom of sorts emitting from her palm making the boy flutter to the ground, sitting down crossed legged watching her move ahead.
"So that's a yes." Coughing, Hawks smirks, lazily slouching on the floor, his gold glued to her back, smirking smugly when his holler causes her to freeze.
"That's a get the fuck out of my face!" Fuming, she sharply turns on her heel, rushing back over to his side grabbing him by the collar once more, refusing to let him have the last word.
"Hey no need to be so rude." Smirking, he places his hands up in mock surrender, the glint gleaming in his gold.
"What do you want kid?" Scowling, she drops him.
"Kid, we're the same age." Amused, he stands brushing the dust and smears off him.
"And how the fuck do you know that?" Sceptical, her raw reds narrow at him.
"I've been keeping my eye on you Bombarda you're quite the controversial hero, speaking up about issues that most goodie goodie heroes don't." Cheekily, he boops her nose making her snarl, baring her feral fangs at the amused Hawks.
"Not my fault they don't have balls." Curtly, she snaps turning to glare to the side, crossing her arms over her chest.
"You're quite a handful for the hero commission." Hawkes smirks slightly, leaning into the plump pillow of his gloved hand as he leans on the top of the bench, leaning on his knees a bit.
"Oh why cause I don't play nice like you puppets?" Poisonously, she sneers making his eyes narrow slightly but he recovers.
"You wound me my lady. Come on I'm only trying to look out for you I know what it's like being new to the block, being younger than most doesn't help either. We're practically the same age." Dramatically, he places his hand over his chest, mockingly feigning pain making her roll her eyes.
"Then start acting like it. A work study student shouldn't be pushing them to that level yet." Sternly, she crosses her arms over her chest as Hawks leans back craning his neck back, his gold widening when hearing her words.
"Work studies? Do you…do you not know who I am?" Amused, he burst into a fit of laughter pointing at himself stunned.
"Should I?" Scowling, she arches a brow bored.
"Hawks." He tells her pointing at himself looking expectant only to see her sharp scowl looking…lost?!
"…" Silently, Hawke simply stares for once the silver tongued hero having no words, now sat dumbfounded by the woman before him.
"You genuinely don't know who I am!?" Amazed, Hawkes places his hand on his head bursting into a fit of chuckles perplexing her.
"Why the fuck are you laughing!? You trying to make fun of me!?" Furious, she snaps grabbing him by the collar once more, reeling her hand back for another blast but…
"No of course not!" He places his hands up n mock surrender unable to stop the chuckling from emitting out of him.
"Then why the fuck should I know you? What made you think you were hot shit?" Enraged, she snarls snapping at him.
"So you think I'm hot?" Intrigued, he raises a brow.
"I think you should die." Icily, she snaps shoving him back making his gold widen as he drops down from the bench bringing a small smirk of amusement to her lips.
"Man I get the comparison now." Hawkes blurts out confusing her.
"Excuse you?" Perplexed, she furrows her brow at him.
"You and Endeavour some articles say you have similar personalities." Hawks stands up brushing off the leaf's and such off him.
"No really I thought it was the flaming beard." Dryly, she rolls her eyes earning a small snicker from Hawks.
"Heh…didn't picture you as the beard sort." Smirking, Hawkes exclaims.
"It was either that or the goatee…" Cheekily, she exclaims making him chuckle.
"So where you headed?" Curious, he asks her only to see her sharp scowl again.
"None of your damn business." Coldly, she snaps.
"Aw come on I could take you there. I owe you." He argues draping his arm over her shoulder again.
"Touch me and you die." Icily, she snaps grabbing his wrist with her robotic limb making him wince.
"Come on I owe you." He argues.
"Alright you want to repay me back?" Smirking, she turns to him.
"Yeah." Course. Hawk nods his head.
"Then keep the fuck away from me." Mad, Bombarda snarls snapping at Hawks making him recoil his head back by the sheer intensity of her words, her raw reds glaring into his gold gleaming, a small smirk soon forming upon his lips watching her storm off…
*So yeah this is Bombarda what do you think of her? Of her dynamic with Hawks? Or her sidekicks?*