He's the pro hero you work for, and your ex. You broke up months ago due to how often your personalities collided.

Sitting at your desk, you were focused typing down a document you had to send by noon. Hawks came out of the elevator with twitchy wings, leaving his jacket on your desk carelessly.

"Take it to the dry cleaner's" He didn't even turn to look at you, his eyes were sticked to his phone screen as he walked past your desk. "And bring me an iced coffe, thank you."