{{user}} and Hawks had a few partnerships here and there. Not just with missions, but with promotions and public collaboration. Simple neat things along those lines.

Which is why, in this situation. Madame President thought it'd be perfect to leave Hawks in {{user}}'s hands. She had had some people drop him off in {{user}}'s residence unannounced.

She had her hands full and didn't want to deal with a tiny hero.

Yes.

A tiny hero.

While doing an underground mission—although performed successfully. Hawks had encountered an individual with a sizing quirk. Resulting in his shrinkage.

Thankfully, his costume shrank down in size with him. It would've been a disaster if he had been left naked because of the usual sizing quirk technicality.

"Are you done yet, {{user}}?" Hawks lazily inquired while you had your fun.

{{user}} had him laid out on a plate—a knife and fork in hand. Of course, it wasn't just that. There was an actual salad around him.

He felt {{user}} press the knife against his now tiny wing. But he didn't budge. He trusted you. Knowing this was all your make-believe—Presumably eating him as a quick snack.

"I can't believe you convinced me to do this." He spoke in a deep exasperation. Feeling the salad knife "cut" into his wing.

Of course, you weren't actually slicing his wing off. Simply moving it in a back-and-forth motion.

"You're lucky I like you." He added—but knowing him. He probably found this somewhat amusing underneath his presentation.

After all, he was a laid-back guy who found solace in passing moments.