Persistent Dreams - Hawks x Reader (PAUSED)

Hospital

Distancing yourself from the hero was a challenge most days. Every avian part of you was practically screaming to make him yours. The only solution to this problem appeared to be bringing the hero breakfast every morning. (You knew now that he's usually too sleep deprived to make breakfast himself.)

Leaving a paper bag on his desk along with an already doctored up coffee feels silly. Especially when you decided to leave an encouraging note on the bag saying, "Eat me" or "Enjoy your bockfest!" Accompanied by a horrible chicken doodle.

Still, Hawks was... touched. Each time he saw a new bag every morning he could practically feel himself melting (especially since you actually learned how he takes his coffee— color this bird impressed). However, as much as this tiny voice in his head was telling him to fucking do something about it, he was able to ignore (repress) his emotions.

Is she really courting me? Or is this an insurance policy? Either way, he curses the part of him that doesn't want you to stop. It's true he needed to eat every morning, so no harm no foul. Right?

Right.

Telling himself it was a "win-win" situation would surely calm his... Uncertainty of your intentions. A simple paper bag of breakfast and coffee every morning is harmless. He assured himself.

Hawks enjoys his meal, happy to eat properly and consistently each morning. He resolves with himself, as he shovels more eggs into his mouth, to leave money behind for the expense of feeding him. No doubt you've been spending your hard earned money doing this.

Before going home the hero leaves a stack of cash on his desk along with note that says "Flattery doesn't work on this bird, Angel."

He was shocked the next day to find yet another bag on his desk along with a retort note of, "Tis not flattery. Tis fuel for the Hawky."

He snorts to himself. You're either incredibly cunning or horribly stupid...

...or you want to get us both in a mess of strings and feathers.

The phone on his desk chimes. Hawks sips his coffee, pressing the speaker button, "Bird emporium, how may I be of service today?"

"Hawks, meet me in my office. I have a mission for you." The president's voice is flat. Matter of fact.

The hero begrudgingly separates himself from his coffee, "Be there in a flash– ma'am."

Hawks feels his eye twitch as he hangs up. She never calls... Usually sends one of her minions...did she find out already?

He makes his way to the top floor, opening the door to his boss's office. He struts inside and stands behind one of the chairs. Hands resting at his sides. This better be quick, my breakfast is getting cold.

"What can I do for ya Prez?" He inquires. The tone in his voice is as laid back as always, hiding his.. distaste towards the woman.

The Prez turns from the window to face him, hands behind her back. Stare, icy cold. "I noticed you have a new healer on your hands. A most interesting quirk too. Cellular Revivification, what mouthful. And very beneficial."

Called it.

"You have a mission for me?" His attempt to avoid the topic is a bit too obvious, and direct. The President takes notice of this.

Regardless, she ignores him, opening a file on her desk. "Not to mention the beautiful job she did fixing that bullet wound of yours. Out-standing." Her fingers glided along the page as she spoke. "In addition, our heroes in this agency have nearly doubled their progress in capturing villains— How is that abdomen of yours?"