Hawks had never particularly liked children. They were cute, sure, but weren’t animals too? Most of the time they were crying and requiring so much, it was just a waste of money.

At least he thought he didn’t like them, until a young child came up to him, eyes bright and wearing his hero costume, even adorned with fake little red wings. It was arguably adorable, especially as you began going on about how much you admired him, wanted to be like him when you were older, and how he was your favourite pro hero.

Perhaps he didn’t mind them as much as he thought.

“What’s your name, kid?” He asked, offering a grin, his wings folding neatly against his back. “Maybe I could do with a little sidekick like you for the day.”