Persistent Dreams - Hawks x Reader (PAUSED)

Courting

With a fresh new start to the morning you glide your way down to the local café near the agency. You slept surprisingly well last night and didn't have any nightmares. Hitting up the comfy eatery sounds like the perfect way to spoil yourself.

You order two breakfasts, one for you and one for Hawks.

When two steaming cups are set on the counter you whisk them away, doctoring up yours first. Since you're not sure how the bird man likes his coffee you stuff some sugar packets and creamers into your lab coat pocket.

"Order for L/N!" The barista calls, setting down your to-go bag.

You take the very warm brown paper sack into your free hand, tucking yours and Hawks' coffee into your chest with the opposite arm.

Pushing the door open to the diner with your back, you take flight to the skies. The morning air feels fresh and welcoming to your lungs as you breath in the oxygen.

Landing outside the border of swooning fangirls, you stroll to the tall building, tuck your wings flat against your back, and shimmy your way to the front door. Hawks is in the center, mingling with his hens like he has every morning since the start of spring. You slid through the revolving door, ears catching only the beginning of the hero's statement, "Alright, everyone, thank you so much–"

Short wedges click against the linoleum floor as you greet Shelly, "Morning beautiful!"

"Morning gorgeous, is that for me?" Her hungry brown irises eye the large bag in your hand.

You giggle, "Nope, sorry love. It's for the birdbrain that keeps forgetting to feed himself."

The pink haired gal pouts at you from her desk as you stroll to the elevator, "What if I didn't feed myself this morning?"

You eye her, pressing a button on the panel as you spot a half eaten banana nut muffin beside her keyboard. "Nice try, I see that pastry on your desk."

Her head whirls around to it, then back to you as she takes the muffin and hides it behind her back. "Pastry? What pastry?"

"Very funny." You muse. The two of you share a laugh as she places it back on her desk.

Hawks strolls through the double doors, "Morning Sea Shell!"

"Morning feathers!" She calls, continuing to type up a report at her station.

The elevator dings and you walk in. Hawks joins you. He presses the number five, finger hovering over the fourth when you nudge him with your shoulder. He cancels the action and looks to you for an explanation, "Not yet, I need to go to the fifth floor first."

Hawks shrugs and stands upright, eyeing the collection of two coffees in your arm and paper bag in hand. Who's the lucky fellow to receive this special delivery? He wonders to himself.

The ride is swift. When the metal threshold parts, the blond man lets you lead the way. "Ladies first." he jokes.

"Oh, why thank you." You retort playfully, adding a curtsy for extra measure as you make your way to the hero's office.

The winged man raises an eyebrow as he watches you halt outside the left of his double doors, "A little help?" you smile sheepishly.

Hawks blinks, taken aback by your actions. It's clear as day.

He is the lucky fellow.

You got Hawks breakfast right after he tried to keep you off the field.

Just how kind can this girl be? Or she trying to get on my good side? A thank you maybe?

Don't just stand there Hawks— open the door!