Hawks took Mirko by the arm, like a child with his mom, running inside the candy store that was just KFC.

The moment he bursted through the door—purple.

What the fuck.

He let go of Mirko out of confusion, but it's all it took for him to tumble into the portal.

His ass hit solid concrete, it was hard. He gasped out, feeling a sense of nausea take over as he had been flung out the other end of a swirling purple mist piss portal.

Before Hawks realized he was on his back, looking up at a crackled concrete ceiling, the only sounds in the room were his groans of discomfort. The man sat up to un-pinch him wings from the ground. The moment fresh hair hit them a tingle shot up his spine and he looked around wildly.

There were at least six people in the shadows behind him, he could almost feel their excited heart beats reverberating through the air through his feathers.

He spun around to face them, forcing himself to stand, backing against the far wall. He made a reach for one of his longer feathers, sharpening it before even grasping it between his fingers.

But that's when a flue flame crackled into existence, finally illuminating his on lookers.

The league of villains. Of-fucking-course.

He felt his body slump as he remembered the name of his mission. He didn't even get the fucking debrief. What the fuck was he here for? Should be fight his way out?

"Quit yer thinkin, it's annoyin." The one with the flames spat.

"I..I wasn't thinking anything."

"Uhhuh? Yeah right." This time a gravely voice hissed, through the monochromatic hue of the fire Hawks could see the nails digging into skin as he scratched his neck.

"Really. The most I was thinking was 'This isn't KFC'! Haha...ha.." his joke brought quiet, though before long it was broken by the manic giggles of a teenage girl.

"I like him! I like him! Shiggy why do we have to kill him at the end of this~?" Her casual whine made Hawk's blood run cold.

"Shut the fuck up Himiko." The one covered in hands glared at her. She probably wasn't supposed to openly admit that in front of him.

Hawks gripped the sharpened feather behind his back as a precaution but made no moves with it yet, just keeping the wall to his back.

"...Compress." The hand guy made a, what do you know, hand movement. A rather regal looking figure in a mask hat and suit stepped out in front of him. In between his fingers was a shiny pearl.

Hawks crouched slightly, alarms ringing in his head to fight. Survival screamed in negligence. His fears pounded around in his skull, begging to not be ignored. He willed his body to freeze in place, so tense that the hero may have popped a blood vessel.

The villain facing him (Compress maybe?) danced this pearl between fingers, duplicating it from thin air. Hawks couldn't afford to be impressed though as not a moment later one was thrown at him. He felt his body lunge to the right at the last second without his consent, but it was too late.

He felt his body compact inwards on itself, muscles twisting, head becoming so pressurized he though he'd die. Hawks felt his arms and wings bend unnaturally, ripping a scream from his throat.

And a second later he was slammed against the ground with the sound of a distant shatter. Maybe he was still screaming, maybe he wasn't.

The feeling surrounded him again, this time twisting more, it was god awful painful. He heard his bones crunch as he was apprehended into a vice grip prison again. He felt the sharpened feathers slice at his legs without him being able to control his body.

And he was let out again. Whatever hell that was. He hit the ground again like he was punched in the stomach, wheezing out a pathetic cry.

And it happened over and over and over and over until Hawks was slammed against the wall and fell against the floor for the last time, sobs hitching in his breathe as he vomited to the side. That hang over from this morning really wasn't helping.

He squeezed his eyes for another compression, more pain, body trembling and curling inwards on itself. He took hold of his knees and snapped his wings around him like a sad excuse of a shield as he waited for the pain.

...it didn't come.

"I think that's enough, Shigaraki." Hawks didn't see who was speaking, but the regal tone made him believe it was the man responsible for this suffocating torture.

"I don't know, this is kinda funny." A gravelly laugh bounced off the walls making Hawks' skin crawl. "Do it one more time.

Hawks' breathe hitched. His body went cold and limbs contorted again, a horrible claustrophobia clenching his chest tight and a scream pushed out of his throat again.

He hit the wall again and impacted into the floor with an anguished cry. "Fuck!"

"That's it, bird, sing your morning song for us~" the man he deduced by now as the leader sung this. Hawks barely caught sight of the twisted grin that split his dry lips. He just shut himself into his wings again. He had no other option for comfort.

"Eheheh~ he's all bloody~ how'd he get cut?" The girlish voice rang out with a hazy tone. "Compressss did you cut him with a knife while I wasn't looking~?"

"No, I believe he did that to himself, Himiko."

"Awe that's so cuttteeeee~" her squeal made Hawks shutter in his wings. "Look how puffy his feathers are! Is he scared~ awe it's okay little guy~"

He heard a few steps and sharpened his wings on impulse. They went quiet again.

"...compress."

"N-no! Please!" Hawks shouted at the very name of the villain. It was a threat that made his stomach drop. He tasted blood on his tongue.

Despite his plea, the world became cold and his body twisted and compressed far too much into itself, with no breath left to scream he just froze inside the ball. This aching pain lasted longer than any other. He was held in here for at least three minutes.

Never in Hawks' life did he relish being slammed against the wall, falling into the ground already covered in his blood.

The moment he was back he felt a sharp pain on his shoulder, he just shook and looked over, trying not to gag as the young teenage girl kicked his tears away, grinning with a red flushed face.

"Awe you're so cute Mister birdie~" she whispered it to him like a secret. "Chuchu~ chuchu~!"

It took Hawks all that much more effort to pick out a special time of pain that this body was in, realizing a needle that was dug into his shoulder. It connected to a syringe that was sucking out more and more blood every second.

He batted his wings for a half second before the world turned in on himself. He was back in the pearl. Then he was shattered out of it. Then he was compressed again, then broken against the wall again.

"Pl-pleas-" he cried through choked tears, screaming before they could trap him again.

"Are you going to behave?" Shigaraki hissed, still staring at him from that chair.

"Y-yes! I won't fight! P-please don't trap me again-" he begged, cut off by the same needle slamming into his already bleeding thighs.

"I had a birdie once. It broke quick. I wonder how long you'll last~?"

Hawks shuttered. Why the fuck did the hero commission tell him to come willingly? Why the fuck when they even consider keeping him here on a mission??

Soon, he was so dizzy he couldn't see straight. It didn't even take long, the syringes were filled with his crimson life and all he could do it will himself to stop fucking crying in front of all these villains.

None seemed to care about his obvious panic attack.

"Alriiiight shiggy! I got all of what ima need~" the girl cooed and skipping away from him. His body shook with the sigh of relief.

"Good." He hissed. "Good. Dabi, you know what to do now?"

"Yes sir." The voice that spoke now was deep, raspy like an early morning smoke. It made Hawks feel a sort of shiver that he didn't know how to describe.

"We'll leave you to it." And one by one the villains left the room until only the blue flame remained in the palm of a taller brooding figure.

A single step forward was enough for Hawks to start to panic. When did he still have that fire out?

He put his arms above his head weakly, huddling into his wings further. He clenched his eyes shut. The warmth of the flame came closer until it was right next to his face.

Hawks braces himself for pain, every muscle in his body seizing.

...

It didn't come. He peeked through one eye, squinting at this villain. Dabi. Dabi: that's what he was addressed as.

Hawks looked at Dabi who was crouched down to his level, flame hovering in the palm of his hand a few inches away from his wings. The pro hero shuffled them away slightly, trying not to be too obvious.

It earned a deep, resonating chuckle from the flame user. To his surprise, Dabi's other hand reached up and ruffled his hair.

"Relax, hawksie. Ya gunna let m'do this th' easy way or hard way? Take off yer pants so I can dress th' wounds."

Hawks really didn't believe him. But that flame scared him and his flammable feathers more than anything else this villain could do.

He struggled, with Dabi leaning in so close, but he kicked off the shoes and tan pants that kept him safe. The air was warm but the floor was prickly cold against his bare skin.

As he looked back up at Dabi, fear swirling in his eyes from this hazy blood-loss state, the flame went out. Not he only remained illuminated by the pale glow of Hawks' own eyes.

"Squeeze m'hand." The villain spoke this as a hand rested on the deeper, bloody cuts on his legs from his own wings. Hawks hesitantly took the other hand oversee to him in confusion. "Count t'three with me an squeeze m'hand as hard as ya can, aight?"

In confusion, anxiety crept up on him as the count down began.

"One." Dabi's hand started to warm against the wound slightly. It made him breathe out a little.

"Two." That heat grew even more. Hawks' eyes widened slightly and he found himself gripping the offered hand with both of his own.

"Three." A burst of blue anguish over took him, he squeezed Dabi's hand as the villain seared the wound shut with fire so he wouldn't bleed out to death. A scream ripped loose from the hero's throat, gritting his teeth as tears pricked his already-cried sensitive eyes.

"Good, tha'was good." The villain praised, lifting the hand to massage Hawk's scalp, running a hand through his hair as the hero trembled. "I see two more real deep ones. Yer doin real good, can ya handle two more? Yer doin real good."

Hawks would be lying is he said the gentle tone of that deep voice didn't make this a little better. The praises encouraged him to regulate his breathing, forcing his chest to rise and fall in steady patterns.

He gave a unsure but sharp nod for the next. He could feel his own blood pooling from his legs. He was starting to feet all feeling in his left foot.

"One, Two.." Dabi counted as he found the next deep one with his hand, heat blossoming from his palms. "..three."

Another scream. He clamped his mouth shut and fully held Dabi's offered hand against his forehead, squeezing the man's stapled skin as hard as he fucking could just to try and not move his legs around. Like the first, it didn't last more than a few seconds.

The last one wasn't as bad as the first two, maybe because he was slightly too numb to feel, maybe it was the exhaustion that crept into his mind that blocked out some of the pain just to cope, or maybe it was the honey like string of praises and reassurance that his villain gave him as he cauterized his wounds.

Hawks cried openly again. He couldn't fight back the tears. He just let his head lean back against the wall, not daring to let go of the hand let helped distract him from the pain. He still squeezed it like a lifeline.

"Ya did good hawksie, yer good now. Ya can relax." Hushed praise fell against Hawk's ears, he opened his eyes one last time as he felt any tension in his body start to slacken. He looked for the villain's face.

He was met with electric blue eyes staring back, despite their cold cruelty they seemed gentle in some strange way.

"Yer okay. Rest now, Hawksie. Just relax."

Hawks was barely aware of a small tingle on his back, feathers detecting something foreign. He felt his eyes close before he could even start to think what it could possibly be. The words that left the villain's lips were enough for his brain to shut down fully and enter a dreamless sleep.