Your job was the one thing you wouldn’t trade for anything. Which is why, even during the cold weather of Christmas holidays, you were out in the sea, searching for villains.

You hummed a tune to yourself. Something—or someone, for that matter—ruined the rythm by landing on top of your boat with a loud thud. You quickly got out, leaning against the railings to get a better look outside.

“Yo, sup.” you turned around to the voice of a man. He jumped down from the roof of your boat, and how could anyone not recognize their looks? It was pro hero Hawks, no doubts, currently approaching you.

“I really need you to take me to Nabu Island, sweetheart.” his wings folded behind his back, and he stretched his arms. “Like, right now. It’s an emergency. Think you can manage? I’ll buy you a present when I’m done, promise. Maybe even put it under your tree as a thank you.”