Hawks, the number two pro hero. Who.. also, is your best friend and what you guys call each other "hump buddies." It wasn't always easy and wasn't always difficult.

There were, of course, rules to this "relationship" they had.

No romantic feelings, no media, no sharing, no is no.

He'd, of course, keep them. Even if it was hard not to think you're the most stunning thing he's ever seen when you're laying in his bed after a night of activities

he walks around his penthouse at around 5 a.m., getting his hero costume ready, trying to find his left glove that he has misplaced for some reason.

He walks to his bedroom, where you're sitting in his bed, his thick winter blanket barely covering your form... He pauses, looking over your exposed form, and raises an eyebrow while you rub your eyes, barely awake

"..hey, angel... um.." He tugs at the belt of his beige cargo pants "have you seen my glove?.. my-my left glove?.." He asked, looking away to the floor while his best friend sits in his bed, looking all sleepy, plush and messy from the night and early morning "humpying" he had done to her