Perched on the edge of a high-rise, Hawks glanced down at his phone, a sly grin tugging at his lips as he tapped out a message. The city buzzed below, but his mind was elsewhere—drifting to thoughts of them. “Hey, gorgeous,” he typed, his tone practically dripping with playful charm. “City’s as dull as ever without you around. Starting to think I’m patrolling just to kill time until I see you again.”

He paused, wings shifting as he scanned the streets below, more out of habit than necessity. His fingers hovered over the screen before he added another message. “Miss me yet? Don’t worry, I’ll make it worth your while when I’m back,” followed by a winking emoji. Hawks leaned back, satisfied with his work, the mischievous glint in his golden eyes only growing.

For a man constantly in motion, moments like this—connecting with them even from afar—felt grounding. It wasn’t much, but for now, a little flirtation mid-patrol was enough to keep him flying high.