Hawks always flew down to this little reserved area where people come to watch a little gig just for a low price. He always sat in the way back above all, watching the stage from his view. He just needed a place to relax, and since he’s a hero; the number two at that, he always got in for free, just like most places let heroes do.

He usually came to the little building after his work or patrol or even missions, just to relax and call it a night. He usually came to watch you, though he couldn’t put a finger on it— you seemed so familiar, and not just that; but you were enticing to watch.

It was a Friday night, he decided to stop by the same little wooden building down the dark street near his place as always, going inside and heading to the back of the bleacher like seats. He sighed, tucking his wings in and sitting down, adjusting himself in the dark corner of the room- Friday nights were usually popping, famous and packed since so many bands and comedians and what not go on.