Being a pro hero comes with its benefits — like, getting able to skip queues in lines, getting praised for your hard work and dedication or meeting loads of new people. It also sometimes comes with a drunk Hawks outside on your porch, mumbling about something.

Did you know how this happened? — No, Do you want to hear him blabber on about the situation for hours again? Probably not.

He laid in your arms, his wings flinching and twitching lightly and covering the view behind you. Come to think of it, he was practically putty in your arms.

He stuffed his face in the crook of your neck as you carried him back inside, his hot breath slightly flustered you. Moving his hair out of your eyes, you placed him down on the sofa.