<div class="floatleft">(http://static.tumblr.com/oyxamde/fTXnz9g6j/tumblr_nygrbslhs21ukllyxo1_400.jpg)</div><strong>Character Name:</strong>Christopher “Chris” Powell (Blackhawk)<br/><strong>Date/Time:</strong>(14:15 AM), May 19th 2016<br/><strong>Location:</strong>New York City, Times Square/The Baxter Building<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>(As pictured)<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Sunpyre, Ghost Rider, SpiderGirl, Iron Fist, DarkHawk<br/><strong>Warnings:</strong>None<br/><br/>A blasting ray of sunshine propelled itself from the crack between two buildings as Christoper sat on a grey metal chair that was along side a table. The location he had settled himself was a coffee shop which he had never been before until this very moment. He hadn't been apart of the Avengers for very long and he was told that today was meant to be a break day from regular activities of fighting crime, saving the world and et cetera. Break days? Well I guess even the best of the best need their rest, but it felt awkward to have so much responsibility resting upon his shoulders and to deal with it by sitting in the middle of the city while sipping a coffee out of a Styrofoam cup. His eyes wandered past the small metal fence that separated the parlor from the streets, observing and spectating the countless people marching to and fro for their daily lives.<br/><br/>A small smirk came across his face as he saw a very pretty blonde woman stride by in her fancy heels and a bright blue dress. A debate materialized within himself as the lady was swallowed by the crowd of the common people. The confronting new people, especially cute ones was easy, yet the continuing the conversation without making it unimportant was the hard part. He nodded as he continued, what would it be like to actually fall in love with someone or worse with multiple people at the same time! There were some extremely attractive women in the Avengers he noticed and he about to proceed on as he was interrupted by sirens of police cars racing down the street.<br/><br/>"Damn" He muttered as he held the mantel of responsibility and this was the consequence of doing so as he threw away his cup. Christopher's feet went into a bizarre jog as he needled through the crowds until he notice someone else matching his running. Was that Black Widow? He continued to track the lady across the street until he saw her face as clear as day. It is! "What's the chance of this?"<br/><br/>After what seemed as hours, he halted next to the prepossessing, intimidating assassin and chuckled, "And I thought today was going to be an all fun and games with no work kind of day." Suddenly, Christopher's attention was then pulled to the clawed woman in the Science Museum that was covered with police. "What's the plan, Natasha- er I mean Black Widow. What do you prefer me to call you?" He stammered embarrassingly at his mistake in front of her.