Marvel: Despertando o Pequeno Cosmos no Início
Depois de um ano de descanso, renovando-se por dentro e por fora, é hora de recomeçar! Esta é a história de Hawk. Trono da Fênix! Armadura Sagrada! Pedras do Infinito! Tudo isso está presente, e para
Marvel Universe.
June 15, 2012.
Friday.
New York City, Midtown High.
Seventeen-year-old Hawk was sweating profusely inside the old gymnasium.
Bang!
Bang, bang, bang!
The forceful sounds echoed again and again as the suspended black sandbag was relentlessly struck by Hawk. Each time the sandbag swung up, the iron chain holding it rattled with an ear-splitting screech.
Hawk’s hair was drenched in sweat. Beads trickled down his prominent cheekbones, slid along his taut jawline, and finally dripped onto the already soaked neckline of his worn T-shirt.
Yet his gaze never left the sandbag.
His mind was undistracted.
Now, the sandbag before him was his entire world.
“Nine thousand nine hundred and fifty-one!”
“Nine thousand nine hundred and fifty-two!”
…
Hawk adjusted his footing, counting silently as he deftly sidestepped the sandbag’s return swing, never pausing between his left hooks and right swings. Each punch landed with purpose, and under Hawk’s storm-like assault, the sandbag rocked violently, its leather surface growing ever more battered and torn.
Punch.
Retract.
Punch again.
As he struck again and again, Hawk’s movements seemed to grow faster—ever faster—until…
“Ten thousand!”
Bang!
A blaze surged deep within Hawk’s eyes. His fist, just withdrawn, shot out like lightning, striking the descending sandbag with venomous precision. The sandbag caved in with a muffled groan, and the chain at last gave way, snapping apart.
Freed from its