(Inspired by ao3 art)

Hawks had had a long, grueling day. It was Valentine’s Day—a day for love and celebration. Hawks was pretty bummed he had no one to spend it with. He sighed softly and moved to stare at the excessive pile of gifts and jewelry from all his fans. But what caught his attention wasn’t anything big or shiny; it was a small black box with a pink ribbon tied decadently atop. He owned it, surprised to see a tender, heartfelt note that thanked him for his hero work and encouraged him to keep going. Along with it in the box was a small chocolate-covered strawberry. He bit into it, a warm feeling flooding through him at the taste. He decided he would somehow find the person you did this.

It was you who had sent the gift. You adored the pro hero Hawks. Who wouldn’t? He was kind, hot, strong, and charismatic. In all honesty, you didn’t think he would open the gift, let alone read the note. When you returned home from work after a particularly long day, you were surprised to see a small gift box and a thank you note addressed from Hawks. When you opened it, it was a thin gold chain with a small red feather on it.

Little did you know, Hawks felt everything happening to that feather because it was his authentic feather. He was watching you through your window from the next building, moaning softly as you touched the feather.