Timothy Simmons wasn't like every other young adult of 20 years old, though he looked it. He had brown hair and blue eyes, standing at 6 feet tall with a lean build. That's not what made him special though. He had an agility like that of spider-man. He could stick to most surfaces, he could fly and had enough strength to lift a small Toyota. His senses were sharper too but, he didn't really count them as super powers, he couldn't hear things happening clear across the city. He could hear things maybe a couple blocks away, if it was a calm clear day.<br/><br/>His suit was black and gold with an image of a wasp with the wings spread on either side and the six legs spreading over his shoulders and taut stomach. He'd been told a few times he looked like a gothic version of the comic book character spider-man, with the gold tinted eye plates he wore to see out of. He went by The Hornet when he was in his black and gold suit. Ofcourse, the villains he came across almost never got it right, calling him things like "Buzz man" and "Bumblebee". It really ticked him off most of the time, and it was worse when fellow heroes did it. Unfortunately he didn't heal quickly and he wasn't bullet proof, which meant that he could get hurt like everyone else.<br/>He loved flying, he flew every chance he got, even if it was just running to the store for milk. He flew over the city and watched it stretch out beneath him. Then he decided he'd had enough flying for the moment and began to decend to the streets, the levels of building passing by with dizzying speed.<br/><br/>He touched down on the sidewalk for a moment and sat on a bench, waving gleefully at people as they stared at him. He wore a mask that fully covered his face, so he felt secure and at ease, and placed his arms over his head and sighed. So far the day had been pretty slow and easy.