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Grian was a sociopath. He knew that, what he didn't know was was the infamous Hawkeye(Hotguy) hero was a gang member.
He was just minding his own business, occasionally chewing on the severed arm he freshly earned, truly he earned it, that guy was a bitch.
The next thing he knew he felt a sharp pain and a strong gust of wind.
He looked down to see a knife sticking out of him!
"Wh- "
"Shit, fuck, shit, shit, I'm sorry, wait- is that an arm in your hand? "
The voice sounded just like his best friends voice...?
He felt his knees buckle, the arm dropping gruesomely to the ground, sad, he never did finish that arm.
"Wheres the wound? Check that first. " He sputtered out, swallowing back blood. He couldn't die like this. Not yet.
"It's... Uhm... I think its the appendix? I'm not a doctor! " The stranger panicked, he definitely didn't know anything about medical care.
"Get me on the ground first, damnit! " He yelled, out of everything that happened that day, he got stabbed? Really?
"Ok! Ok! No need to be mean! "
After a hassle, Grian finally got bandaged up and was now sitting in the apartment of the most famous hero in the city.
Hawkeye.
And strangely enough, the hero sounded just like his best friend, Scar Goodtimes.
"So what's a mere 'hero' doing stabbing people on a whim? " He asked, he was genuinely curious though.
"You can't tell anyone I told you, or else I might really have to kill you. " Hawkeye grinned sheepishly as if he didn't just threaten Grian's life.
"It's not like my night could get any worse, that was a good arm you made me drop. "
"Well I'm sorry the person I stabbed just happened to be a cannibal! "
"You shouldn't of been going around stabbing people in the first place! "
"...Good point... "
About an hour later, Grian and Sca- Hawkeye were playing cards.
Scar was getting tired of pretending he didn't know Grian, and Grian was getting suspicious.
No- he had to keep his identity a bit longer.
Meanwhile...
Grian was getting bored, he kept asking about Hawkeyes identity and loved it when he changed the subject.
He couldn't lie, Hawkeye was a bit cute, especially with Grian's blood still on his cheek that he totally told him about.
Grian was tempted to kiss him, but knowing hero's from the storybooks he read, he knew that they were all probably straight and had girlfriends.
He didn't realize he spaced off until Hawkeye spoke, "hello? You there? "
"What- oh, yeah. " He responded dryly, the man was as dry as a desert, not even a cactus in sight.
"Ok... " Hawkeye sighed.
"Uno. "
"Fuck you. "
"Fuck me? Id like to see you try. "
"Oh yeah, well how about this! "
Hawkeye then proceeded to try and..you know.. Kiss him.. But with Grian being as stubborn as he is, he instinctively responded with a body slam to the couch.
"Fuck! What was that for! "
"It's your own fault for coming at me like that. " Grian in fact did not know that Hawkeye was trying to kiss him.
Hawkeye groaned, he swore he just popped a rib out of place or something.
Grian paused, looking genuinely worried, "you ok? "
"Yeah, I guess? " Hawkeye moaned, stretching his limbs to make them pop.
When Grian heard the pop in Hawkeyes joints he looked at the other man with a look of pure disgust and shock.
"Why does it make that noise. "
"What? "
"Nope, Nuh-uh. I'm leaving. "
"WHAT? No, why is that so bad? It's a normal thing! "
"Nope, " he started getting up, wincing as he grabbed his side in pain.
Hawkeye immediately got up, helping Grian, "sit, sit. You shouldn't walk right now. "
Grian scoffed at the taller man, "as if, last I checked, I'm the one with medical experience. "
"So? I'm the one who stabbed you, I get to take care of you. "
Grian forcefully took a step forward, immediately giving up as he flew to the ground.