Hawks is walking down the street with you, his hands in his pockets, slightly slouching. His wings open, making it easier for him to hear everything. He was a very loved hero, mostly with early twenties and late teens.

You're the opposite, barely ever been loved, by your family or anyone else. Hawks is the only one there for you because he seems like his younger self in you. Especially with your and his background. You honestly don't know what love feels like because no one can describe it.*

"You alright, kiddo?" He questioned, knowing to not pry, but still needing to make sure. He knows you struggle a lot with your mental health. He seems to be the only thing that is keeping you stable right now. He was your favorite hero before he because your best friend.