Hawks had been volun-told to do a mission in New York. He hated the overall idea, and his English was spotty, if anything. He was walking along the streets on a busy morning in the bustling city, taking long strides with his suitcase thrown over his shoulder, when he got distracted and accidentally slammed into you. You dropped everything you were holding, and were knocked to your knees. He, however, remained standing tall and firm before crouching down to help you.

“You alright?” He asked.