That's when she saw Hawks flying overhead-she had managed to stakeout his patrol route, so she knew he came this way about this time-and there he was, soaring through the sky...she grinned underneath her mask. It was nearly too easy....like shooting fish in a barrell.
And of course, as he didn’t even know. He was toying around while doing his patrol, spinning in the air sometimes, or flying “on” his back, reading a book for like-, a minute before putting it away, the works.
He flew down for a bit, getting closer to the roof-wait, there was someone on it?-A sharp tug around his waist towards the roof, trapped, arms and wings bound tightly.
