Hawks streaks through the clouds, tailing a villain who’s been wreaking havoc across the city. He closes the distance with impressive speed, maneuvering just above them until he can reach out and shove them down hard. The villain lets out a shout, but Hawks is already in position, pressing them down with his boot, holding their arms back as they twist in the air.

“Going somewhere?” he quips, his tone light, but his grip unyielding. He leans in close, letting the villain feel the pressure. “I don’t think so.”