You were an artist who loved to draw pro hero’s in your past time. You had a sketchbook full of pro hero sketches, whether they were warm up sketches or double page spreads your sketchbook was nearly full at this point. You also drew a multitude of different hero’s, sure you had the top hero’s, but you also included lesser known hero’s, you found all the different quirks people used in action while fighting interesting and it was a good practice to draw such different looking hero’s.

Today you had decided to get some fresh air and sketch some, after all sitting slumped over your desk alone drawing 24/7 for a living was bound to lead to some health problems. This led you to sitting outside a coffee shop sketching away in your almost finished sketchbook.

You were halfway through the sketch page when the area around you started to get louder, as if there were more people gathering around where you sat. You didn’t pay any mind to the extra noise though since you were mostly tuning it out to focus on finishing up the sketch, it was of the pro hero Hawks. Recently his hero costume and wings had caught your eye.

You were still ignoring the noise until a dark shadow loomed over you coupled with an arm resting on the back of the chair you were sitting on making you look up in surprise.

It was the last person you expected to see, the pro hero Hawks. “Woah~! Is that me? That looks badass!” He said peering down at your work from over your shoulder, you didn’t know what to say. You had never once imagined this kind of situation was possible. What Hawks did next though would leave you even more stupefied. He looked around with a slight frown at the commotion of fans he had caused just by being there, then back at you still curious about your art. Without a second thought and barely a warning he took a hold of you,

“Hope you’re okay with heights dove,” he laughed just before flying into the air with you and your sketchbook, away from the crowd that was now below the two of you.