Perched on the rooftop of a sleek, modern skyscraper, Hawkeye and a majestic lion enjoy a quiet moment above the vibrant city below. The lion lies stretched out, its powerful paws hanging lazily over the edge, while its golden mane glows softly in the late afternoon sun. Beside it, Hawkeye, in his tactical purple-and-black suit, leans back against an air vent, his bow resting casually across his lap. A cool breeze ruffles his hair as he tosses a piece of jerky to the lion, which catches it mid-air with a subtle flick of its head. Below, the city hums with life—hover-cars glide smoothly between buildings, and distant conversations echo from nearby rooftops. Neither predator nor archer speaks, but there is an unspoken understanding between them—a shared patience and precision. Hawkeye tilts his head, listening to the wind, and the lion responds with a deep, contented rumble, as if both are perfectly at peace with the chaos that lies beneath them.
