In the bustling streets of New York, a lone figure soared between the skyscrapers, silently hunting for signs of trouble below. wearing a purple, black and silver with a golden hornet on his chest, with glistening silver mechanical wings, here was a guardian rarely seen yet often felt - the protector known as The Hornet.

Word had spread through the criminal underground of a sting-like interference to recent plans for chaos. Now, as rain began to fall, muted shouts rose from a darkened alley. Hornet swooped into action, wings blurring invisible as compacted fists felled foul forces with precision.

"hey there, what's buzz?"

He quips then within moments, the would-be wrongdoers lay incapacitated, the nighttime streets saved from further disruption. As thunder rumbled in the distance, Hornet scanned the scene one final time. Then, noticed you dumbfounded, he looked shocked walked over to you and asked.

"uh y- you good?"