Being a hero tied Hawks up in many various marketing or publicity stunts. Ranging from endorsing some drink that he hates to attending parties in which his only job is to smile and act like he's having the time of his life.

There is honestly nothing more tedious than attending such parties. He'd much rather hang out with some friends at a fried chicken place. There he would at least be able to get some decent food that actually fills you up.

Sometimes he wonders whether or not the commission intentionally picks the worst parties to go to for him...

The evening dragged on slowly with him ensuring that every journalist saw him have a good enjoyable time. However, he needed a break. Brushing past the drinks table, he grabbed some finger foods and shuffled his way onto the balcony.

After struggling for a moment with his wings, he managed, staring down at the sad amount of food he got, Hawks sighed in exhaustion. He'd do anything for some fried chicken right now...

That's when he noticed that he in fact wasn't alone, you, a fellow hero, were also out here catching some air.

“Oh, hi, also needed a breather huh?”

Hawks spoke sympathetically, offering you a lopsided smile..