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When your daughter was born, she had your eyes, and his wings.
You started teaching her how to fly when she was around nine months old.
Well, it was mostly Hawks, but that was okay. You were content to leave it to the professional.
He would lay on his back and hold your tiny daughter up into the air, a fan blowing her wings steadily. He told you this was how she'd strengthen her wings, and get a feel for the air. Next, he'd move her around with the current, watching as each of her little feathers picked up the wind and angled accordingly. Eventually, her natural instincts would take over.
You watched delightedly as she pulled her arms down to her sides, her wings stretched out, as Hawks held her steady in the wind. She laughed and babbled when her parents praised and encouraged her. You couldn't have been more proud!
When she was twelve months old, Hawks had her in the back yard as he perched on the fence, watching as she tried to flit her way up to him. She would jump, flap her wings and fall back down. Jump, glide up against the fence, then fall back down. She'd put her hands out and jump at him, yelling 'Daddy!' and he'd just make grabby hands at her, goading her to keep trying. This time, her little fingers grazed his, but she fell back down before she could catch them. She was so close!
You saw her finally getting frustrated. Her little hands formed into fists and she huffed, kicking at the dirt angrily. "Come on!" you called to her, clapping. "You can do it baby!"
Hawks stood up and stuck his tongue out at her, which only made her madder. "I'm gonna get you, daddy!" she yelled angrily at him, her little hands curled into pouty fists.
"Oho! Weeeell~" he said, running his hand through his wild hair lazily. "I'm really quaking in my boots here, chicken nugget. You better get up here and show me a thing or two."
You watched in awe as your determined child gave herself a running start, and ran up the fence, her wings carrying her the rest of the way. She was off like a shot, gliding right into Hawks' awaiting arms. So proud of her, he lifted her into the air as she laughed and he crowed delightedly.
"Yeaaah! That's my girl!"
By the time she was around a year and half old, she was finally ready for the sky.
"Ground control to baby-bird, weather conditions look optimal, are you ready for take off?" you said as she ran around excitedly. You had to jump to catch her before she took off into the sky without her father. "Wait! wait!" you laughed, her feathers getting in your mouth and she giggled. "Wait for your dad."
You watched them through a pair of binoculars when she was in the sky with him. He'd take her hands and guide her along the wind, giving her spots of advice now and then. "Don't fight the currents, you see, use them." she'd follow suit, and he'd fold his arms behind his head as he glided around on his back, watching her. "Yeah, there you go. Welp. Looks like you got it the rest. Guess I'll take a little nap..."
"Daaaddy!" she groaned.
"Okay okay!" he chuckled. He could never stop himself from teasing her. It was just too much fun.
Hawks would sometimes gripe about having less free-time now that he was a father. This was no different from being a full-time pro-hero as far as being hellaciously busy was concerned. But, he watched as his daughter confidently dominated the sky. A content smirk pulled at his lips. He'd have it no other way.