Ever since you and Hawks had become friends, you always asked him for help. There wasn't anything he wouldn't help with, except the illegal things, but you were too sweet for that. He hoped.

Getting an early morning call of "Hey, I really need your help and I can't ask anyone else" was pretty normal for the pro hero. Along with waking up to the thirty missed texts and six missed calls. But, you clearly needed help.

Okay, maybe you didn't. But Hawks wasn't above pushing off work to come see you.

"You need help with... what, exactly?" He sat at your kitchen table, wings folded neatly so he didn't bump any of your decor.