Literally the only Hawks interacting with Wash thing I will ever write. Because I love you.
Five times Hawks met the same random civilian and the one time he realized it was Wash
-Hawks sent his feathers to cut through the debris, physically snagging the civilian off the ground before they could do anything stupid.
“I know it must be exciting seeing all this up close, but you really shouldn’t run towards danger,” he called over the wind, pulling them up so he could fling their arm over his shoulder while he flew.
Wide eyes blinked at him, devoid of any of the fear normal people had when faced with an entire street collapsing around them.
Hawks blinked back. “You again,” he sighed.
The small man beamed, waving as best he could.
“Two is usually the max number of times I have to save the same person,” Hawks deadpanned. “This is your third. Aiming for a record?”
The man shook his head. He pointed behind them at the villain and punched his fist into his open palm.
“...You were going to beat him up?”
The man nodded.
“You got a hero license on you?”
Even before the man froze and rubbed the back of their head sheepishly Hawks already knew the answer. Hawks knew the faces of all the heroes in Japan, and this guy wasn’t one of them.
“Then I’m gonna have to ask you to please stay out of the danger zone over there and leave it to someone that does.”
The man furrowed his brown, waving his hand around in an attempt at sign language. Hawks twisted and arched, throwing them between two more large pieces of debris. The man made a weird shrieking sound, clinging to him in a way that almost cut of his air circulation.
