Hawk, the aspiring lawyer!

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Action speaks louder than words.
The Phoenix Constellation was only missing two stars; lighting them up was only a matter of time.
Even if he didn’t fight, with his daily regimen of ten thousand punches, he could illuminate those two remaining stars in no more than three months.
Yet Hawk still had no clue about the sacred armor.
To be precise, he had no leads on the "Garnian."
The other two were somewhat manageable.
Theoretically, as long as you had enough money, you could buy them directly.
For example, meteorites used to create Silver Star Sand.
Not to mention the whole United States, just in New York City alone, there were plenty of wealthy collectors of meteorites, and meteorite trading fairs were quite common.
So, if one was willing to spend money, they could acquire them directly.
Although Vibranium was precious but not actively traded.
That didn’t matter.
He knew the original source of Vibranium on Earth, and if Vibranium was the only thing missing and the other party refused to give it willingly, he wouldn't hesitate to take it himself.
Once again, the words echoed in his mind:
"I want Vibranium, what does that have to do with you?"
So now there was only one question left.
Garnian!
In recent days, after classes, Hawk would head to the library, borrowing books about gamma rays and using the public computers there to search for related information.
Along the way, he also found out who the richest meteorite collector in New York City was.
Norman Osborn.
Yes, the same Norman Osborn who appeared as a villain in the Spider-Man films, the head of Osborn Biotech.
Hawk found a comment from a meteorite forum a month ago.
According to a meteorite enthusiast, Norman Osborn’s estate contained a room specifically for storing the meteorites he had purchased over the years.
He even found information online about the Wakandan ambassador to the United Nations.
This Wakandan ambassador was in New York City because the UN headquarters was located there.
At this moment, Hawk had tracked down the whereabouts of the meteorite and Vibranium, but the last and most crucial piece, the Garnian, still baffled him.
Hawk was now occupying a library computer, continuing to search online for information about gamma rays.
In the Marvel Universe, if anyone was most knowledgeable about gamma rays, it would undoubtedly be Dr. Bruce Banner, the Hulk’s father.
Unfortunately...
Even if Hawk wanted to find him, he couldn’t.
After the Battle of New York, Dr. Bruce Banner left the city riding a donkey, and no one knew where he had gone.

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Perhaps S.H.I.E.L.D. knew.
But Hawk no longer wanted to deal with any superheroes, let alone S.H.I.E.L.D., which was synonymous with trouble.
However, it wasn’t a big issue.
Because Bruce Banner wasn’t the only one researching gamma rays; others were too, though none as proficient as Banner.
For example, the paper Hawk had just found.
“On the Discovery of Gamma Rays in Biological Therapy.”
“Dr. Curtis Connors.”
“Osborn Biotech...”
“Hiss.”
Wasn’t that the Lizard?
Hawk realized this and blinked as he looked at the title on the screen.
“Hey, you’re reading Dr. Connors’ paper?”
“...”
Hawk snapped back to reality, hearing a familiar voice and turning around.
There stood Gwen, holding a book, a few strands of blonde hair falling over her smooth, pale forehead, peering at the screen in front of Hawk.
“On Gamma Rays...”
Gwen curiously looked at the paper on the screen and then at Hawk. “Weren’t you planning to study law at New York University? Why are you studying gamma rays now?”
No, I’m going there to make money, Hawk answered silently.
Before his powers awakened, he had set a goal for himself: to study law.
Initially, he had wanted to study medicine.
In his homeland, encouraging someone to study medicine might be taboo because doctors living in mansions and driving sports cars were often seen as corrupt.
But here, it was different.
Let’s put it this way: if a doctor didn’t live in a mansion or drive a luxury car, people would likely think their medical skills were poor.
So, if one could succeed in medicine here, being a doctor, especially a surgeon, was a highly respected and lucrative profession.
But after some thought, Hawk gave up on becoming a doctor.
The reason was simple.
He felt he lacked the talent for medicine, so he settled for becoming a lawyer instead.
Being a lawyer was no less prestigious than being a doctor.

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Most importantly, after studying law, if he didn’t want to work at a law firm, he could become a prosecutor or even a judge in the future.
But that was the path he planned before his powers awakened, intended to make his future easier.
Now, it was no longer necessary.
Though Hawk had no intention of skipping college, the urgency to study law had diminished.
He thought this and shook his head with a smile, saying to Gwen, “Just browsing online, stumbled upon it by chance.”
With that, he closed the webpage, stood up, and after giving the computer to someone else, prepared to complete his ten thousand punches for the day at the old library gym.
Again, the same words:
Having persisted for over two years, skipping a day without punching always felt like something was missing.
Gwen watched Hawk leave the library, blinking as she pondered something, until a female classmate beside her pulled her away to find a place to sit and read.
After all, the end of the month meant the start of finals week at Midtown High School, the most dreaded time for underperforming students.
Every school had its share of underachievers, and Midtown High was no exception. Apart from a few students, most paid tens of thousands of dollars in tuition every semester.
Most of the underachievers emerged from among these students.
So, these days, it was common to see the usually energetic underachievers clutching books and cramming at the last moment.
Hawk didn’t need to.
Before his powers awakened, he never had to cram; after awakening, even less so.
His future was destined to be nothing but comfortable, or even more comfortable.
So...
Hawk maintained his own rhythm.
In the old gym,
Hawk concentrated on his punching.
With a somewhat grating sound, the door opened, and a striking figure walked in.
“The council said after the holidays, they’re tearing down this old gym and replacing it with a swimming pool.”
“...Boom!”
Hawk punched the heavy bag in front of him.
The bag hung motionless, but its surface trembled suddenly, scattering dust into the air.
The midday sunlight streamed through the old gym’s windows, shining exactly on that moment.
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