I have to admit, I didnt think that Hawks would get recognized later than maybe five minutes from when we showed up. Maybe people recognized him and left us alone. That was until some dipshit yelled "Hawks! Can I get a picture?"

Soon we were flooded by flashing pictures and screaming fangirls. Hawks leaned in, "Meet me at the park gate", he mumbled sliding a wad of cash in my hand, "get a big sweater, a baseball cap, and a really big backpack."

I scurried off to a few vendors, getting my short list if things when a text interrupted my search. I looked at my phone and it was from Hawks.

"Buy yourself good walking shoes and casual clothes, don't wanna get your work clothes dirty."

I grimaced at the thought of spending Hawks's money on myself. It took about twenty minutes because it was hard finding a vendor that carried clothe, the backpack was easy though. Soon I was walking to the front of the park with a big dark grey hoodie, a red cap, and a black book bag for Hawks, and a tank top, jeans, and sneakers for myself. I refused to use his money for my clothes so I used my own money. I kneeled down and folded my work clothes so I could put it in my purse.

Thank god it's an old ragtag purse. Things probably centuries old.

While hurriedly and violently shoving my heals that I got from Ashlyn into my purse, I couldn't help but let my mind waunder to when the crowd flooded with fans and about how I almost got ran over.

Damn, and we were just having a moment. Well, can't say I didn't expect this. Where is he?

I expected him to be visible at the gate but he was no where to be found. I frowned, searching harder through the busy crowd. I felt a tug on my purse behind me. I gripped my bag as hard as I could and whipped around, preparing to fight a purse thief.

What I saw instead, was nothing. My purse was being dragged my an invisible force.

Fuck, an invisible quirk?

The pulling stopped. I brought it close to my chest, and frantically looked around. I felt something poke my shoudler and when I turned around, I was brought face to face with a red feather. It tickled my nose and I chuckled, swatting at it. The feather seemed to playfully evade my hand and fly through my hair.

"Alright, where are you hiding?"

The feather floated and I walked after it, minding the people bustling around me when I got to the base of a tree it zoomed up and I followed it with my eyes where it reconnected with its owner who was sitting in a branch. He put a finger over his mouth with a huge smile on his face.

"What are you doing?" I mouthed

He just gestured for me to come up, with that damn smile sparkling on his face.

I looked around, making sure the crowd was busy then threw on the baseball cap and the (enormous) backpack. I looked at the hoodie in my hands, a little disappointed Hawks's torso will be covered up, but I gave one last glance around and bit the jacket so I could climb with free hands.

I hopped and hooked my arm around the first branch, shifting my weight so that I could climb to him. I eventually made it to where Hawks was perched and sat on the fork in the branch next to him so I was facing his side.

"Wow kid, you climbed that tree like it was no problem. Thanks for getting the stuff," he said as he took the hoodie from my mouth. "Not bad taste, either."

My cheeks burned. I would've handed it to him but my hands were wrapped around the branch I was on. I was still making sure that I was balanced enough to let go.

"So-", I huffed, satisfied with my seating, "What's the bag for?"

He smiled. "My feathers!"

As he said that, he took the majority of his feathers and levitated them into the bag until it was chalk full of them. His wings looked smaller and weaker. He still had his sword feathers attached and some down feathers that took up less room.

"If I need be, I can control them back into my body. But this will make it easier for me to tuck my wings into the sweatshirt."

I looked in fascination as a few more feathers stuffed their way I to the bag. He put on the hoodie and let me tell you, you have to have talent to make putting on clothes look good.

When he finally shimmied down the jacket and moved around to make sure it fit, he snatched the hat from my head and put it on, curving the bill a little more because of how flat it was.

He put the hood on and slung the bag over his shoulder.

"You ready?" His voice was full of mischievous intent as he looked down at the ground.

"Ready as I'll ever be."

He helped me shimmy down the branches, spotting me incase I fell which luckily, didn't happen.

When we made it to the bottom he jumped down first and looked around. He held his hands out at me and motioned for me to jump. The jump down looked higher than before. Getting up here I had to jump as high as I could, and kick off the tree. And that was to barely catch it.

He must have seen the apprehension in my eyes because he frowned and held his hands up to catch me.

I layed belly down on the branch and rolled over a bit so I was clinging on to it upside down. I unwrapped my legs from the scratchy wood and was about 2 feet off the ground.

I hung for a second then let myself go. I expected to just land on the ground but no. I guess that would have been too easy. When I hit the floor, my left foot went sideways on a root and I buckled and fell on my ass.

"Shit- you okay?"

I was holding my ankle but nothing was broken. "Yep. Never better."

Hawks chuckled and held out a hand. I grabbed it and he hoisted me up. I shook off my leg a little and we were on our way.

"Oh! I don't want to forget-" I handed him what was left of the wad of money.

He took it and smiled. "Thanks, even though I'm spending it on you."

I jokingly bumped him and he stopped.

"Oh my god."

"Are you... Okay?" I asked worridly.

He took my hand and all of a sudden dragged me to a chicken stand. He looked like he was drooling at all of the chicken and ordered three barbequed chicken kebabs.

"Do you want one too?" he was practically fucking the food in his hands with his eyes.

"Can I have two of what he's having," I said, taking out my wallet.

Hawks's hand laid over mine and my wallet, nudging it down. "What did I just say, kid," he smirked, then turned to the vendor. "I'll be paying for the pretty lady's food, too."

He handed me all of the kebabs and pulled out the wad, paying for both of us.

He ate the first one fast as hell and by the second, we were scoping out cool things to look at. I was staring at an art booth and about to throw away the left over sticks when I heard Hawks speak. "Hey, remind me to take you to that booth over there," he pointed to a booth with lots of silverware and expensive-looking dishes.

"Okay", I said.

We continued to walk when a little boy ran into me. I looked down and he was in the floor, fliers scattered around him. "Oh damn", I said, "I'm so sorry, let me help you."

Both me and Hawks leaned over and helped them boy pick everything up. When we were done, I picked up a final flier and looked at it.

"Ooh, what's this for?"

"That's for my grandpa's booth over there—" the boy pointed at the booth Hawks was talking about earlier, "—or, it was. The man over there stole the booth, and since my grandpa is so old, we couldn't get it back."

The kid had to be around nine. He had messy black hair and dirt smudged all over him. He looked to be Latino.

"My name is Eric, but everyone calls me Chico."

"Hi Eric, I'm (y/n). So what kind of booth was your grandpa's?"

"Oh, he was going to sell dresses for my grandmother, and my sister was going to help."

All that came from Hawks was a "hm" and a glare at the booth.

Then he leaned down to the boy and gave him a cheeky smile. "Well, Chico, you can't tell anyone, but I'm Hawks. Now, I'm going to talk to the man and I'm gonna see what I can do, yeah?"

The kid suddenly had a flash or excitement over his features.

"But first, I need to know what you meant by him stealing your booth. This is very important."

"W-well, Hawks sir, it's his usual booth, and my grandpa t-tried to buy it from him and they made a deal, and my Grandpa paid, but the man set his stuff there yesterday anyway so we couldn't use it."

"Damnit Archie. Okay well you wait here and we'll be right back, okay?"

"Yes sir."

"We?" I questioned.

"Oh yeah, you wanna come with?"

"Can I?"

He snickered. "I was planning on giving this old bastard hell anyways. All of the expensive things he sells are fake. He markets them with the promice that they belonged to famous and rich families, but really he buys them cheap. You can even see the same stamp underneath all of the dishes, exept most people don't see it when they buy."

"And you know him?"

"Yep, Archie Ligma," he stepped in front of the booth.

A forty to fifty year old man sat up from his char. "Did someone say my name?"

"Hello, Mr. Ligma. I thought we talked about this," Hawks said smoothly while I stood awkwardly behind him.

"What? Who are you?"

"We go through this every year, man. You know who it is. And you also said that if I ever caught you again, you'd give me one of your forty thousand dollar tea set that supposedly belonged to the first Japanese emperor. Remember?" He drawed out.

"I-I- Oh shut your mouth. These are real!"

"Well I'm not here for that right now. You had a family buisness doing honest work pay you to sell their products, and you don't give them the booth?"

As he was speaking, a feather was having trouble wiggling out of his bag. I cocked my eyebrow while Hawks and the old man bickered. I opened the bag just a little bit and three feathers snuck through. I watched them fall to the ground, then inch under the table cloth and disappear.

I turned my attention back to the argument when a movement caught the corner of my eye. I looked over Mr. Ligma's shoulder and saw two feathers opening a case and the third feather picking up cups and putting them in the case.

I immediately caught on to what was happening and kicked Hawks in the leg.

He gripped my hand tight, as a warning that something was going to happen. The feathers finished grabbing the tea set and slowly inched behind the man, next to his feet.

I held my breath waiting for this to be over, when I saw a lady Mr. Ligma's age walk out from behind the tent and scream.

"Time's up," Hawks stated, making the case fly into his hand.

Mr. Ligma saw the case in Hawks's hands and yelled, "Cleatus, get them!"

A teenager popped out behind his mom and hopped the front of the booth. Hawks's hand tightened on mine and started running at what seemed like inhuman speed and the adrenaline was letting me keep up with him. The boy named Cleatus gave chase and we were booking it. All of a sudden, Hawks pulled me into an ally and stood us between an old fridge and the end of the ally.

We were panting and huffing. I started to ask him what the hell was going on when I heard footsteps that weren't ours coming closer. He was smiling like an idiot and covered my mouth with his hand.

Only then did I realize our bodies were pressing against each other. Every breath he took pushed his body on mine. My heavy, silent, and strained breath in was pushing my breasts against his chest and my arms were on his sides where his ribs were. Literally every movement we made the other felt.

"Hey listen", the voice called out, "I know my dad is a shitty person. He scams and lies to make money. He could be an honest man if he tried. But he just needs more drug money so come out or I'll cut the both of you", I heard a flick. He must have taken out a knife.

Hawks and I were staring at each other trying not to laugh.

"Cleatus," he mouthed.

I snickered quietly against his hand. As we heard footsteps walk away I hummed mama I'm in love with a criminal and he almost snorted too loudly. We were both shaking with contained laughter and giddyness.

"What the hell was that?" I giggled.

"Pay back that was due for years."