Healing Feathers

Prologue

Hawks walks down the halls of a building hand-in-hand with little girl. Both of them have feathery and messy ash blond hair and similar faces. The only difference between them being the girl's bright blue eyes, bright red feathery wings that the father lacks, and fairer skin than her father's.

As they walk, Hawks greets the employees of the Hero Public Safety Commission and ignores the curious gazes and questions about the girl. When they arrive at the rooftop, they sit at the edge and relish in the breeze.

"Dad," the girl speaks in French.

"Yes, Nadine?" Hawks replies.

"Do you miss flying?" Nadine asks.

Hawks smiles. "I do, but it doesn't bother me so much."

Nadine looks down at the ground. "Liar."

Hawks chuckles. "You always see right through me. Yes, I miss flying. Sometimes, I wish I still have my wings, but that can't be changed now. I'm now Quirkless and that's it."

"What about Mom?" Nadine asks. "Do you miss her?"

Hawks smiles solemnly. "Everyday. There isn't a day I wouldn't wish she were here with us."

Nadine climbs over to sit on Hawks' lap. "Tell me about Mom, Dad. Tell me how you two met and all that."

Hawks chuckles. "Where should I start?"

--Healing Feathers--

Hawks wakes up to warmth across his torso. The warmth feels gentle and non-invasive and it seems to heal the stinging wounds on his chest. He opens his eyes and sees a girl around his age. She has golden blond wavy hair that fell to her waist, bright blue eyes, a fair skin, and hands glowing in green as it is placed on his chest.

His eyes widen and he sits up and points a feather at the girl's neck, forcing her to hold her hands up in surrender. He remembers collapsing after his mission. The wounds were grave and deep — it knocked him out from the pain. But he doesn't remember seeing this girl before he collapsed. 'Who is she? Why is she here? What is she doing to me?'

"Who are you and what are you doing?" Hawks questions with a cold voice. 'Is she an enemy? A friend? An ally of that villain? Who is she?'

"Um, I'm Capucine," the girl speaks in English and pauses, "Or Remy Capucine in your culture. I'm a doctor." She points to his wounds. "I saw you collapsed and saw your wounds, so I'm healing you. Um, can you understand me? Um," she switches to Japanese, "Me. Doctor. Heal. Wounds. Understand?"

"I can understand English just fine," Hawks responds. 'Remy Capucine? Is she a foreigner? Seems like it. She doesn't seem to know Japanese well.' He looks down at his closed up wounds. 'She healed every wound. I can barely feel the pain from it. Looks like she wasn't lying about being a doctor.' He lowers his feather, making her sigh with relief.

"Your wounds are healed now, so I'm going to go," Capucine says and stands. "Be careful next time. If you need a doctor," she hands him a card, "come to my clinic. I'm open anytime."

Hawks watches her leave and looks down at the business card. 'Fukuoka. She lives in Fukuoka, but the clinic name is unfamiliar. It must be new.' He pockets the card and stands. 'It doesn't seem like I'll need it. I doubt I'll need to get treated again.'

Or so he thought.