I found another prompt on Pinterest I wanted to use for a one shot. So I decided to write another Hotwings one. I'm a sucker for whump prompts. So enjoy :)

If someone were to use one word to describe the Wing Hero: Hawks, the word most would use would be fast. It was kinda his "thing." Not many could match his speed, not even his own sidekicks.

He was so fast that whenever he caught a criminal he already had them subdued and all prepped for the police to take them away by the time his sidekicks caught up to him. By that point he was already on his next mission.

But just because the young hero was fast it didn't necessarily mean he was untouchable. Case and point, he was currently nursing an injury on his upper right shoulder. The wound was courtesy of a villain known as Manticore, who's quirk gave them the features and powers of the legendary beast.

Hawks had been helping a small group of heroes take the villain down and they seemed to go down easy. That is until they used their barbed tail to cut through their restraints. Manticore then lunged at Hawks and while the winged hero was able to mostly dodge out of the way the villain had still managed to score a hit on his shoulder with their tail. Slicing through his flight suit, t-shirt and skin like nothing. They then raced off before the other heroes could process what just happened.

Hawks massaged his shoulder a few times as the police who had arrived on the scene questioned him and the other heroes on what had happened. But, he brushed off their suggestion of getting his arm looked at, deciding it would just be easier to treat at home.

Soon he took to the sky and began flying back to his apartment. He had just gotten inside the door when he was suddenly hit with a wave of nausea. The hero stumbled and placed a hand on the wall to steady himself. He began breathing in and out as he felt a line of sweat begin to form on his forehead.

"What the heck..." Hawks thought as he shivered. This wasn't good, he couldn't be getting sick, the commission would have his head if he took even one day off. But maybe, if he could just get to his room, he could try and sleep off whatever this was. Easier said than done though as every step felt like his legs were made of lead. His vision swam and his injured shoulder throbbed.

Hawks reached for his cellphone but all he managed to do was fumble with pulling it from his pocket, hit a random number from speed dial and drop the device to the floor.

The hero face planted onto his bed and curled into a fetal position, willing this illness to go away. As the minutes ticked by Hawks felt his teeth begin to chatter as his temperature grew hotter and hotter. His insides cramped and everything hurt.

Suddenly, he became vaguely aware of someone calling his name and lightly shaking his shoulder.

Hawks turned to the sound and through his hazy vision he saw a blur of dark colors.

"H-Help...please..." he weakly cried out to the shape as everything went dark.

The next thing he knew he was being awoken by a cooling sensation on his brow. Hawks groaned slightly and leaned into it.

"Welcome back to the land of the living birdie," a gravelly voice deadpanned.

Hawks slowly pried his eyes open and found himself staring into the face of the blue flame villain Dabi.

"D-Dabi? What are you doing here?"

Dabi moved his hand back from where it had been resting on the wet cloth draped over Hawks' forehead, "you called me birdbrain. But when I answered all I got was silence. So I figured 'what the heck' and decided to see what was so important that you couldn't even be bothered to pick the phone up."

He then scoffed, "you want my opinion you looked like death warmed over."

Hawks mentally rolled his eyes, nobody could ever say Dabi wasn't honest.

"So I brought you here. To the League's base. Twice and Toga went out and got some anti venom but we weren't sure what poisoned you so we just had to get something that covered everything."

That got the hero's attention, "anti-venom...poison?"

Dabi gestured to the now wrapped up and treated wound on his right shoulder, "something stung you yeah?"

Hawks swore under his breath, Manticore had cut him, with a scorpion tail.

He could then see that the villain beside him was fighting to keep his composure. To act like what had happened was no big deal.

So, he casually slid his hand over to rest on top of Dabi's, "thanks for helping me Dabs..."

His boyfriend rolled his eyes but a ghost of a smile graced his features, "whatever. Just don't make a habit of it."

Hawks chuckled and kissed the back of Dabi's hand, "I make no promises Hot Stuff."