The few honks and car alarms pulled him out of his head. Looking over his shoulder Lee could see a few large humanoid figures shoving past civilians and ran into traffic. Seconds later, another figure jumped straight down behind them, landing heavily onto a taxi, barely missing the driver inside. The crack was deafening, and his senses went crazy, telling him to run the hell away from the creature, or rather the taxi that was currently was shoved out of the 2nd humanoid's way and right into the crowd, one where he was in front of.<br/><br/>His senses screamed for him to move, and the moment his muscles tensed, ready to jump back and out of the way, a shadow settled over him. His body froze knowing that if he did anything that was even slightly out of the ordinary he'd be put on some fuckin watchlist he really wasn't ready to be a part of. He finally placed some attention over the person standing between him and the car. The person was visibly human, and for a second he thought it was someone strangely enough was stupid, or suicidal enough to move between a stranger and a thrown car.<br/><br/>But he was in the world where superheroes were the norm. Lee's grip on the messenger bag strap over his shoulder tightened.<br/>He needed to remember that most people didn't have powers. And he needed to act accordingly.<br/><br/>Lee's eyes widened and he stepped back, more or less taking the role of a civilian.