The nostalgic sound of the rush hour bustle of Mustafu city, audible even from his height, brings a smile to the young man's face as he discretely flew over the city. His crimson wings glisten in the early evening sun, gracefully flapping through the pleasant yet cold-winter breeze. He breathes in deeply, for the first time since his meeting with the commission.
His eyes are peeled for a group, who were harder to spot than he imagined. He kept repeating the descriptions in his head as he scours the area. A bald man in a wheelchair. African-American woman with white hair. Brown-haired teen. Red-haired teen. Navy-blue-haired man. Blue beast-like man. It seemed easy enough. Where were they?
Finally, the blue beast catches his eye. Ecstatic to have finally found them, he began moving into a perfect perching spot to get intel on the group.
"Look it's Pro Hero Hawks!" A girl pointed and squealed from across the street from the group Hawks was stalking. The crowd raced over to below where Hawks had set up his "discrete" perch. Looks like I need to go to plan B.
Hawks swooped down to the ground to meet his fans. Cameras flash. The sound of traffic and horns is replaced with questions. Lots of them.
"Mr. Hawks, Mr. Hawks, may have a selfie with you?" He turned to the girl from before giving his usual charismatic smile while trying to keep his eye on the group in question, who also has joined the crowd.
"Sure, say cheese," he said making a peace sign and posing for the picture.
Hawks stood there for a while talking and signing his autograph when he caught one of the strangers' in their eyes watching him curiously.
He raised his hand in dismal, "sorry but I must be off now. Got places and to be people to save. Hero job is never over." He said as he excused himself from his fans and paparazzi and made his way over to the strangers.
"Heyo," He said while raising his hand in a brief greeting. "I've never seen you guys here before, are you guys new to Musutafu City?" he asked.
"That's correct," the wheelchair-bonded man said speaking for the group.
Hawks smiles at them. "Welcome then, name's Hawks."
"I'm Professor Xavier." The man in the wheelchair said introduced himself first. "These are some of my students. Scott Summers and Jean Grey."
Hawks' eyes flicker over towards the two Caucasian teens. The boy had brown hair and was wearing red glasses he looked about six feet.
The girl had fiery-red-long hair which hung loosely down her back she was slightly shorter than the boy and maybe taller than Hawks was.
"The others are my colleagues' Storm, Hank, and Logan," Hawks piers his gaze away as he looked over to the others and smiles.
"Pleasure to meet you all," he bowed spreading its wings in the process. "Want me to show you around?" he offered folding his wings back in.
"That's very kind of you to offer," Professor X said.
Why did they want me to look into these guys they are just normal citizens.
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"Here let me help you," Hawks said using a small group of feathers to lift a suitcase up the stairs for an elderly lady.
"Thank you very much, young man," the woman bows as she goes up the stairs.
Hawks smiled at her and then wave his hand for the X-Men to keep up as he started walking again. Whatever the reason it was, best make sure they aren't faking.
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Flying Free: My Hero Evolution Wings of Change (X-Men/My hero crossover)
General FictionWhile out on patrol Hawks comes across group of strangers to himself. As he takes time to talk with them, little did they all know that their lives were now forever changed from that one fateful encounter.
