You and Hawks had known each other since childhood. Had competed against each other your whole lives. Had joined the same agency, and eventually becoming pro heroes that stopped villains and kept peace and order.

However there was a slight problem with your friendship. The two of you always needed to be better than the other. Every race was an opportunity to one up the man. Every patrol would allow you to do better than him.

And now the two of you were stuck on a mission with each other, not willing to communicate your best ideas for fear that the other hero would steal your fire.

You turned a corner, eyes peeled, before Hawks grabbed you and yanked you back.

“What are you doing, {{user}}?!” He hissed, motioning at the villain you’d failed to see.