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The agency building was all but quiet when SilverAngel entered. She was hit with the sounds of frantic planning, people arguing, and doors being slammed all around her. She took a deep breath and started walking further into the building. Drowning out the sounds by staring at her feet as she walked.
After a few minutes of walking SilverAngel opens a door to a repair room only to see her good friend Leo tinkering on a new model for her pistols.
“Knock knock. Hey Leo, I’m back.”
SilverAngel sighs out as she gently closes the door behind her, crossing her arms.
“There you are! God, I was worried sick. I saw the fight on tv and it looked like BlackHorn got your wings pretty bad. You also used your powers, you know you’re not supposed to do that unless it’s an emergency.” Leo scolds as he guides SilverAngel towards a work bench to help her take the protective armor off her sore wings.
“Yeah I know…look I’m sorry I didn’t mean to make you worry. I just, she got in my head and I don’t know what came over me.” SilverAngel mumbles as she hops on the work bench and spreads her wings out so the armor can be taken off quicker.
“Evelyn, what did we talk about? Don’t let her get in your head she knows that’s one of your weaknesses and she’s going to exploit it.” Leo says, hands gently brushing against Evelyn’s wings finding the armor clasps and unhooking them. Sliding off the right wings armor before preening the wings to a comfortable position.
“I know, but she-“ Evelyn tries to speak but Leo cuts her off.
“You keep saying I know but do you really? It’s a reoccurring event that you overreact to the teasing.” The engineer says with a look as he shifts to the next wing quickly taking the armor off and carrying away the heavy metal to a different spot to be cleaned and examined.
Evelyn has nothing to say, she knows Leo is right but she doesn’t want to admit that currently. She’s supposed to be the perfect hero, the sectors “angel” but with the information that she can’t handle a little personal teasing is out on the air, it’s starting to chip at that perfectness and is messing with her head.
She doesn’t want to fail the agency. No she can’t fail them. The agency is the only reason she’s not rotting her days away in a prison cell for being an avian. So this drama has to be snuffed out before it affects her image too much, to make the agency proud and to protect herself.
“Um hey Leo…am I all good to head out now, I’m a little tired after that fight and I wanna get home before my wings are too tired to carry me there.” Evelyn hums out pretending to yawn, bringing her palm to her face before crossing her arms against her chest.
“Oh um, yeah you’re good to go. You sure you don’t want me to drive you home?” Leo questioned.
“No I can make it home by myself, thanks for the offer though. Catch ya later Leo” Evelyn smiles out as she hops off the table and walks to and out the door.
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A loud bang came from a window, or to be more specific Evelyn’s apartment’s window. The hero ungracefully crashed into her window the second she got close enough to the small fire exit outside of the apartment she owns. Mid-flight back home one of her wings was suddenly burning in pain, shocking her nerves, sending a state of panic throughout the hero’s system.
“Ughhh fuck…” A pained groan escapes from the hero’s throat as she slowly gets up and hobbles her way inside. The lights flicker on casting a soft glow across the living room. Evelyn can’t lie this place was the dream for her kind, an open concept with tall ceilings. Perfect for avians to stretch their wings and move around.
Not even two seconds after the tired hero gets inside an impatient meow travels throughout her ears as Evelyn’s orange tabby cat is weaving through her feet and mewling up at her.
“Hehe hi Orion, good to see you too sweetheart. Are you hungry baby?” Evelyn questions in a sweet tone as she bends down to scratch the cat’s ear. Orion meows loudly at his mom’s question then proceeds to prance toward the kitchen, tail up and flickering occasionally.
Evelyn shakes her head softly as she follows the cat behind. Once in the kitchen she moves to the pantry to grab a can of wet food and sets it on the counter for Orion to sniff before it gets dumped into his food bowl and set back to the ground.
“Eat up buddy, I’ll be back in a minute so don't cause any trouble.” Evelyn hums, walking out of the kitchen and towards her room to get out of the tight costume she’s in.
Getting out of her costume takes a bit due to her sore wings and the sheer exhaustion that lurks in the hero’s body. Once out of costume Evelyn ties up her hair into a bun before walking into the bathroom to take a well deserved bath before bed.
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The villain's hideout was cold and murky when BlackHorn first entered it. After a bit of walking the hideout changes its aesthetic to an open room that is filled with trinkets, string lights, training equipment, and a messy table filled with newspapers, maps, and miscellaneous papers alongside a board with the city's layout. Mhm home sweet home for BlackHorn, she's only a few steps into the main room before she throws her hammer over to the training area without a care for where it lands or what it damages.
A tired groan leaves the villain's lips while she makes her way over to the messy plan table to draw a large x over one of the bank locations. “Yay another failed robbery…” she says sarcastically as her body slumps down onto the table. With tired eyes BlackHorn stares at the blurred words and drawings on the table she’s resting on, then out of nowhere her stomach growls demanding food.
“Mmgh…” the villain mumbles as she slowly pulls herself back up to stretch and grab whatever scraps of food she can find before clocking out for the night on the couch in her hideout.
Once BlackHorns snack was acquired and eaten she paces over to the couch or her bed for the time being, and gets undressed out of her costume and armor until she’s only in bike shorts and a sports bra. After all that’s done BlackHorn flops onto the couch and passes out almost immediately. Slipping into darkness and the realm of dreams.