Hawks, the wonderful number two hero, grinned to himself as he felt two sets of gruff arms curl around his wrists.

"Al leas' takke me ou'tto dinner firs'..." he slurred drunkenly, a flirtatious half lidded expression accompanying this purr.

He was promptly thrown out the door by the bouncers. Really, flirting while being tossed to the curb? You might be asking. Well, it was his third bar he was kicked out of tonight, he wasn't going to let these asshats ruin his own night.

Hawks stumbled to an alley to get off the roads. It may have been 3 am but he didn't doubt that someone could still be out and about looking for trouble.

Even sloshed, the man was a hero. No matter what fragmented state his mind was in, he and his beautiful feathers really didn't want to get beat up and mugged; so he was always the slightest aware of danger. Especially with his reputation as a big leagues hero.

Hawks fumbled with his phone, pulling it out of his pocket with fingers that either refused to move or that moved too much, trembling. It made it hard to press the buttons and get past his passcode.

"Uuuughhhmmm..." he groaned, half pursing his lips at the end of it.

The pro hero thumped his head against the bricks of the wall and sat down so he didn't have to keep focusing on keeping his legs stiff enough to support his body weight, lazily staring back towards the bar.

Maybe he could ask for help?

...

"...pppptsshhh- naaah." Spit flew from his mouth as he laughed at his own thought. "The..they..'ll miss me an...and they'll come to me naht the.. th'other way 'round."

He really was fucking hammered.

After a moment of slumping down his ears picked up the shuffling of boots. His head snapped up to look in the direction, trying to push past the wave of nausea that hit him like a truck, swallowing the urge to vomit.

"Eyh don't barf on me, man." The voice came form a man. Hawks tilted his head upwards more to meet the eyes of a friendly set of guys. Blond and brown eyes met his, others behind having some colorful ashen-orange hair and red fluffy curls. They all looked about 23 or 25.

Something about those grins made him relax.

"Oh, yeahh. Sorr'man. I'm jus.." Hawks held up the device in his hands. "...strugglin to call 'Mirko."

"Damn, you really are Hawks." The one in the front laughed, crouching down next to him. "You look horrible man. Need some saving?"

Hawks through his head back and laughed heartily at the joke, feeling hands gently pick him up. "Ooooh! Yo..yooour funnny."

The hero leaned into the man's chest, looking up still. He was really tall.

"I like thaaat...~" His voice dipped an octave, he really didn't think better of it. Forget what was said about him worrying about danger even when drunk.

He pressed against his new friend, feeling a hand on his chest.

"You're very drunk, Hawks." The man that held him spoke, almost nervously.

"Oh come on, let's just take him home and bag him! Not every day you get to fuck Japan's number two pro hero!" One of the trio called. Hawks giggled and looked over to the one that spoke, pushing off this person and fell into the arms of the curly redhead.

He immediately felt this new friend grope his ass, making the hero bite his lip.

"Takin advantage of a.. lil drunk like me.." he pretended to pout. "Tha's illegal.. m'gunna have to arrest you~ cmon, le'ssss go back to the jail an..and hav' some fun~"

And from that point onward, Hawks didn't remember a single thing besides passionate touches and burning pleasure.

The morning after, Hawks groaned and shifted between three separate bodies, sitting up slightly. His lower back hurt like hell, he tasted a bad stench in his breath. It took him a moment to blink the fatigue out of his eyes before immediately jumping out of the bed and rushing towards a bathroom that he spotted to vomit up his hangover.

The three men he apparently spent the night with were nice, they gave him water and rubbed his back, giving him some gain medication after a hand hooked breakfast. The three were roommates. Maybe if they met under a different time Hawks would have considered hooking up with one of them.

"Ayye, real nice of you guys. Can't thank you enough for not killing me and setting my organs." Hawks laughed, eating some bacon.

"Honestly we were nervous you'd be pissed when you sobered." The blond one admitted.

"Nah, I probably seduced you guys anyway. But do me a favor and keep this night hush-hush, kay~?" He gave them a smile, though it was backed by stern eyes. The three just nodded. They were happy enough with just fucking the hero, they didn't need to brag to the public about it.

"Thanks again for the hospitality!" He grinned and finished signing the ashen-orange haired guy's backpack. "I gotta head off now. I already missed my morning fly!"

"Get home safe!"

Hawks did a two finger salute as they closed the door.

He dropped it and started walking, properly stretching his wings as he looked around him. It was a neighborly place, pretty friendly. If he was right, he should just be a hop and a skip away from the agency!

Ignoring the pain in his ass, Hawks started into a jog and flapped his wings, jumping once his momentum was enough and lifted into the sky. The chilly mid-day air blasted against his face. This never gets old.

He swooped through the air and grinned before he could think better of it, swirling in a dive, bursting into the foggy air. Gods, it was his favorite. It really gave him a freedom no person would ever share unless they too could fly.

"Today is going to be a fucking great day." Hawks promised himself, looking across the city as he breathed out through his nose.

He noted how small people looked making their daily commutes, scrunching his nose as he smiled. They looked like little ants!

"Today has been fucking horrible."

"Awe, what's wrong Chicken?"

"Classified." Hawks gritted his teeth dryly, looking at his best friend. "And here I thought waking up in the arms of three hot naked men would make this day impossibly great."

He held in a snicker at Mirko's bewildered expression.

"You just gunna drop that on me?? Damn man, you know not everyone can get dick or pussy by batting their exaggerated eye liner and mascara." She scoffed but laughed after, playfully punching his shoulder. Hawks shot her a grin.

"You need some to lay off the girls in your life, i think the perfume is killing your brain—my eyeliner is natural."

"I'll stop sitting around with chicks when you stop sitting around with dicks." She rolled her eyes. "Which are both never going to happen."

Hawks looked down off the side of the balcony with a toothy, eased grin. Fuck, how he wished the hero commission would stay off his ass and just let him banter with his favorite lesbian like this all day.

Tiredly, the smile faded into something more subtle.

"Seriously though, can't even hint to me what the new classified thing is?" Mirko leaned forward, bunny ears flopping another with her movement.

"Something to do with a party but all the people there are asshats." He sighed, standing straighter and stretched his wings. "Dry pussy and limp dick."

"Damn." Mirko feigned remorse, throwing a hand over her forehead like a damsel in destress. "Not the dry pussy!"

Hawks chuckled slightly, but felt a huff leave through his nose as he sighed a second time.

"Let's go get food. I'm starving." Without waiting for his friend, he left the balcony, stepping further into Mirko's high rise flat. He eyed the modernized aesthetic absentmindedly.

"Fried chicken?"

"Oh, gods, please. I'll cry tears of joy."

"Well, you best get ready to sob. I'll treat you to KFC."

"You're a goddess."

"Then give this goddess like five minutes to change out of my hero uniform, just a second." She hopped into her bedroom and closed the door.

Hawks plopped onto the leather couch and mentally reviewed his mission.

Get kidnapped willingly by the league. They have a target on you.

What the fuck type of mission was this? If he was going for the 'get information and get out' espionage mission, why couldn't he just pretend to join them and act as any other spy? Why get fucking kidnapped?

And more importantly why was the league targeting him??

After his dinner with Mirko, he'd surely have to go in and visit to get a proper debrief on everything...

Like when the fuck the kidnapping was supposed to even happen.

Mirko popped out of the room and grinned, joking up her purse. "Come on baby boy let Mommy spoil you tonight~"

"Gross." He playfully fake gagged before walking over, hooking their arms together. "You're more of a sister than you will ever be my Mommy."

"Oouuch! But yeah that's true."

The two giggled as they walked out the front door, trotting to their favorite chicken place.

This day... this was was good. The hero commission may have been a hiccup, but it wouldn't ruin anything else about this day. Because today was good.