(Un)cautiously Optimistic | Hawks x Reader

Chapter 1: Birds Suck

Your POV

You heard a rattling up on the rooftop during one of your deliveries. Maybe you could've passed as just some mailman, if it wasn't for the fact that you were wearing a mask and dark clothes. And that it was midnight.

There was a blur of bright colors- another annoying hero. It was idiotic to wear something so flashy and bright if you were wanting to be stealthy. This must've been either a newbie or an idiot. It was more likely both.

"Halt, villain! I demand that you drop the contraband and hand yourself over!" A masculine voice ordered. It was deep, but still held a squeaky element to it.

So he's young... and dumb... this will be easy.

You stepped back, rolling your eyes. When he lunged towards you, you saw the opportunity to activate your quirk.

You swapped positions, and you deftly turned and grabbed his wrists in his confusion, using his momentum against him and swinging him at the wall. He hit the wall harshly, his lip busting open and his neon green goggle cracking.

"W-what the Hell?!" He exclaimed, leaning against the wall and turning to look at you.

You smirked, but it was hidden under your mask. It was a simple black mask, the style doctors used, but wearing it with your hood up was a decent enough disguise.

He lunged again, not learning after his first move, and you activated your quirk again, swapping spots and watching him run face-first into another building. His nose was bleeding now.

He really was an idiot.

You grabbed the back of his suit, yanking him backwards onto the gravelly alley ground. He coughed and sputtered.

"I-it's you, isn't it...? I-I've heard about you..." He looked up at you with wide eyes. It was a pitiful sight, a bloody face, cracked green goggles, and a dirty green and yellow hero suit. And he inflicted all the damage himself. "...t-the Banshee..."

You could help but let out a low chuckle. "That's a dumb name you guys gave me."

You usually didn't speak often because you didn't want anyone to recognize your voice, but you didn't think it mattered much because you knocked him unconscious with your foot seconds later.

As you reshouldered your pack, you left the guy there. You didn't kill people unless they hurt you or people you cared about, but there were enough businesses around that someone would find him eventually. You weren't completely heartless, even if the guy was a dumbass.

You finished up another round of deliveries before heading back to your hideout, the sun just barely peeking up from the horizon.

"You took longer than usual," A familiar, slightly hoarse voice greeted as you climbed through a window.

"Didn't want to waste a clear night," you replied, wiggling your eyebrows playfully. You pulled your mask off, letting your hood fall back. "And you gave me more deliveries than usual, hm?"

"We've had more customers." As you took your boots off and closed the window, you peeked around the corner and saw the welcoming sight of Giran making eggs and bacon. He was wearing a loose gray T-shirt and sweatpants, having not yet changed into his usual suit with that ugly scarf you teased him about occasionally.

"Are the new deliveries because of that icky League? Yuck," you scoffed, gagging dramatically. "First they get all big-headed and now they're making us do more work."

"I know you don't exactly like the League, but it's good for business, Y/N! Oop, almost burned that..." He quickly scraped an egg off the bottom of the frying pan with a spatula.