He might've tried to deny it at first, but once your baby came out with a pair of bright crimson wings, Hawks had to take responsibility for his sloppy actions.

"And when's my turn, huh?" Hawks leaned against the door frame, a lazy grin tugging on the corner of his lips as he watched how you straightened some puffy feathers on the little boy's tiny wings.

He was still getting used to paternity, but he'd put aside his hero duties every weekend to come visit you and your baby.