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"Remind me why you're wearing those Goodwill clothes again?" I furrowed my brows at his mis-matched hero outfit. The wind breathed out freezing air into the sky as we stood on the building we were waiting atop of. It was 6 in the goddamn morning when I asked Hawks why we were there at the ass crack of dawn. But he simply told me that he liked how the 'morning breeze felt on his wings', whatever the hell that means. But more importantly, he did have hero patrol, he just decided to make me tag along with him.
"Har har, smartass. It's my hero costume." He crossed his arms as he stood tall in front of me.
"Yeah I know but... Why is it your hero costume?"
"We don't exactly have high-end clothing designers making our costumes."
"Yeah, I figured."
"What? And you do?"
"Not exactly, but one of my parents who made my suit does have good fashion taste and cleans up nice at parties."
"Huh, you think he would mind tweaking with what I got 'goin on?" Hawks asked, while pulling on his sweater.
"Are you kidding? Tweaking with stuff is his thing." I assured.
BANG!!
Our eyes widened simultaneously as we looked around in search of where the loud noise came from. "The hell was that?"
"Something I gotta deal with. You stay here, uncle Hawks has a job to do." He patted my shoulder before leaping off the edge of the building we stood on before gliding up with his wings.
'Uncle Hawks?'
"I guess I have another adoptive uncle." I sighed. "And who the hell even decides to 'do crimes' this early in the morning anyway?"
BOOM!!
The ground roared with another shake. I tripped aback before catching myself midair. I snapped my head around only to be faced with Hawks flying around a giant dude who punched a random building far away. My eyes popped open.
"OI!" I hollered over to the flying hero while waving my arms around like a lunatic to get his attention. "ARE YOU SERIOUSLY GONNA FIGHT THAT DUDE?! HE'S 5 TIMES THE GUY YOU ARE! LITERALLY!"
"I'M WORKING! STAY BACK!" He waved me off before quickly turning his attention back to the beast.
"YEAH BECAUSE HAVING THE ABILITY TO FLY IS DEFINITELY GONNA HELP FIGHT OFF SOME GUY WHO'S 50 FEET TALL!" I cupped my hands around my mouth as I shouted. I looked around frantically, from the edge of the building to the two rumbling against each other. My shoulders tensed with a sudden shock in my heartbeat upon seeing the big guy knock Hawks out of the air with a flick of his wrist. I clenched my fist and swiped my hand across the roof of the building I stood on and could feel the atoms that formed the concrete-made roof meld into my own inside my arm's atomic matter. A chunk of the roof disappeared from its original place and the cold rock's atoms were forced to form around my arm with my power, creating a massive concrete gauntlet. Without thinking I leaped off the building. My heart dropped as the feeling of falling shook me within my bones yet again and I extended my concrete-arm underneath me.
