Tommy stumbled on the sidewalk, skirting carefully around the man’s sleeping bag he’d nearly stepped on. “Sorry mate!” The homeless man grumbled something about stupid kids as he resettled, Tommy giving him an apologetic grin as he spun and continued his jog down the street. The wind finally ripped his hood back, letting his blonde curls bounce down into his face. He let himself laugh, checking his phone. It was still early, but the city never really slept, already awake and buzzing with activity. That coffee shop down the block was definitely going to be open, he wondered if- His thoughts were interrupted as the storefront a few feet ahead suddenly exploded, sending bits of concrete and shards of glass flying everywhere. The blast knocked him back onto his ass, rolling quickly to avoid landing on his back even as his ears rang. Screams rang out as people cleared away, taking off down the street as someone was thrown from the building, crashing into the store across the street. Tommy scrambled to his knees, breathing heavily as a figure stepped out from the wreckage. 

The Angel of Death’s child, ‘The Dove’ spread their wings, darkest blue Tommy’d ever seen, flaring them out like a challenge. Tommy’s eyes widened.

“Holy shit ,” His eyes snapped back to the villain just meters away, the blueness of their wings seeming to black out the sky. As their wings spread out, something curled in Tommy’s stomach. Almost instinctively, he moved to get up, get closer.

Dove’s head whipped around, their face unreadable from behind the bird mask. Tommy locked up, his eyes darting between the wings and the turtledove mask. Something in his chest swelled at the attention, screaming at him to get closer, to get up and move towards him. Dove cocked their head at him, pointing their sword at his chest.

“Stay down, kid,” their eyes didn’t move from Tommy as the hero across the street struggled to get up.

He clamps a hand over his mouth as something like a chirp comes out. Dove freezes in place, wings puffing out again behind them.