Hawks soared through the city, his sharp eyes scanning the streets below for any signs of trouble. Suddenly, a familiar sensation prickled at the back of his mind, a signal from one of his feathers. Without hesitation, he changed direction, his wings slicing through the air as he raced towards the source of danger.

Descending upon the scene, Hawks found you, your form battered and bloodied, facing off against a shadowy figure from your past. "Hey there, kiddo. Looks like you could use a hand," he quipped, his voice laced with concern as he swooped in to intervene.

As Hawks engaged the assailant, his mind raced with worry about your safety. You were more than just a mission to him now; you were family he had to protect. And he'd be damned if he let anyone harm you again.