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The random robbed quickly started charging towards me. He dove at me, which I casually just flew above him, making my boot come down and make contact with his head. Not heard enough to actually hurt him, but enough to knock him out. A bruise at most and an invite to sweet, sweet unconsciousness. My wings twitched likely as I flapped them a bit, wincing while doing so but playing it off. There was this look in Phoenix's eyes but I ignored him.

I got off the dude and cracked my knuckles, giving a harsh glare towards the 'leader. "Why the fuck. Are. You. Robbing. A. 7/11. At. One. In. The. God. Damn. Morning." I hissed out. Phoenix dude took this chance to quickly knock out the little 'leader'. While he was kicking someone's ass, I was kicking some ass as well. I took out a couple, by a couple I mean five guys (their food is so fucking good. just saying. i live for their hamburgers), at once. He was busy leading civilians to safety.

I didn't mind all that much. After all the civilians were out and safe, he came back and helped finish them off. There was one guy left. He pushed passed Jaiden like some American football player, Tom Brady shit or something. I rushed past Jaiden and followed the guy. They must of had some sort of speed Quirk or something. He disappeared into an alleyway. I growled lightly and started flying, ignoring the pain flaring up in my back and wings. 

I landed on a rooftop, landing not as smooth as it usually would be. I ignored the metallic smelling liquid dripping from my wings and down my lower back. I looked around until I heard someone land beside me. "See them anywhere?" Phoenix asked. I shook my head before noticing movement down below. I spread my wings out again, suppressing a wince before diving below. I landed not so gracefully and looked at someone, the same guy who just ran, cowering behind a dumpster. 

He was shaking like crazy, breathing uneven as hell. I sighed and slowly walked up to him, ignoring Hawks' words of whatever the hell he is saying. I crouched down to his level and observed. Then out of no where, he pulled out a fucking gun like a psychopath and went to shook my fucking brains out. I quickly moved out of the way, my damn wings getting caught in the fucking crossfire. I hissed out and kicked the gun away before kicking upwards on his jaw. He fell back, hitting his head on the dumpster, creating a small dent. For good measure, Hawks pins him to the dumpster with some feathers.

I reached my hand out against the wall, using it for support. "Hey.. Kid. You okay?" I heard the dumbass ask. "Totally." I hissed out. "Raven? Hawks?" I heard Jaiden call out. "Over here!" Phoenix said quickly. He held a hand onto my wing, applying some pressure on it, trying to help with what I'd assume the bleeding.

The next thing I know. I'm in an ambulance. Funny. Last time I checked, I told Jaiden that if anything happened when they were around, no hospital because I don't have the money to pay for those hella expensive bills. Usually your agency would cover that, except they have to deal with Eraserhead's shit, I try not to go too much. Maybe that's just an underground hero thing. That we all hate hospitals. That or the fact that they smell weird, are way too clean and white. 

Oh well. 

What can I do about it now?

Nothing.

This chapter was like half the size of the last one, and I apologize for that.

Sorry!