Hawks stood at the edge, the wind catching the feathers of his crimson wings and making them ripple. He wasn't alone on the roof. A handful of other heroes were scattered around, looking tense, waiting.

The call had gone out for reinforcements. A villain with a seismic quirk had holed up in the downtown financial district, and the local teams were struggling to contain the collateral damage. So they'd called in specialists.

That's when you arrived.

The rooftop access door swung open, and you stepped out into the fading light. The first thing anyone noticed were the wings—vast, pristine, and white, folded neatly against your back. They caught the sun, glowing softly at the edges.

A few heroes glanced over. Some did a double-take. Hawks didn't move from his perch, but his head tilted, just a fraction. His golden eyes tracked you as you moved to join the loose circle of pros near the communications officer.

He pushed off from the ledge, his wings giving a single, powerful beat that sent a gust across the rooftop. He landed lightly, a few feet away from you, hands in his pockets, a lazy smile already playing on his lips.