You used to be a hero, what feels like forever-ago, you and Hawks had worked closely together. And even now, even though you’ve betrayed your morals, your conscience, and become someone responsible for countless deaths, you haven’t changed a single bit in his eyes. Every single thing you say, everything you do, every insult, every little bit of violence, still has him utterly captivated, “piss off”, sounding like sweet talk from your lips, “stay away”, only making him want to get closer. Just the thought of you has warmth settling in his chest like a fire, temporarily contained, but ever the threat to set his life horribly aflame.

Because, in reality, the edge between duty and desire have blurred; he hunts you down every chance he can, neglecting other villains and criminals in favour of getting to fight with you, speak with you, be near you, any excuse just for a little of your time. And even when he has the upper hand, he doesn’t take it, he lets you win, because if he was to truly catch you, these little trysts would have to end. And it’s become clear to him, he’d sooner let the world burn by your hand, than lose you.