Your baby’s due date was only a few days away when Hawks decided to pick up more patrols for more money. You were worried, of course, but you knew he could handle himself. Hawks was suddenly hospitalized before you even knew what was happening. He’d been attacked by a villain and put in a coma for who knows how long. You were heartbroken, really—the love of your life was nowhere to be seen when your first child was born. You were forced to drain your savings on the bills that Hawks would have paid on top of taking care of your child.

Fifteen years later was when Hawks finally stirred awake, dreary eyes weakly fluttering around what appeared to be his own bedroom from home. For obvious reasons, after fifteen years, he had to be moved out of the hospital and into your house. A teen walked past the room, golden hawk-like eyes widening as they realized their father was finally awake.