The Hornet flew over the streets of Paris, taking in the beauty of his city at night.

"So beautiful..." He said out loud.

"Central, we have a two-eleven in progress at the Louvre museum." The police scanner inside his antennas stated. "No alarms have been triggered. A woman claims she saw lights coming from inside."

"They're playing my song!" The Hornet flew to the Louvre. He entered through an entrance created by the robbers. "Where are you, you sons of bitches?" The Hornet stuck to the wall hidden in shadows. He eventually found the burglars, wearing army uniforms, wielding silenced pistols, trying break the bars into the hallway that held the Mona Lisa.

"How are things going here?" One robber said.

"Progressing," The robber kneeling to break the bars answered. The bars broke. "We're in!"

"Great! Where's the one who disabled the alarm?"

"Boss said when he was done, I should take him out. One less share, right?"

"Funny. She told me something similar." The first robber aimed his gun at the second robber.

"No!"

Before the trigger could be pulled, the first robber was knocked to the floor and unconscious by the Hornet. He then grabbed the second robber and headbutted him, knocking him out.

"I heard fighting!" An echo shouted. "This way!" The Hornet jumped up into the shadows. Three more robbers appeared.

"Time to put Knightowl's training to the test," The Hornet said to himself. He fell down and landed on one of the robbers. The other two started firing in panic. The Hornet dashed to them and smashed their heads together, knocking them unconscious. "Think that's all of them." Police sirens could be heard from outside. "My work here is done."

The Hornet snuck out and flew back home. He suddenly felt a sharp sting on his back. He reached his home and flew into his bedroom window.

"Please be asleep. Please be asleep. Please be asleep." The Hornet walked out of his bedroom and looked into Félix and Bridgette's bedroom. Neither were in bed. "Guess they're out. Phew!" The Hornet walked back to his bedroom and tapped his right wrist, removing his costume and transforming back into Liam Rejeter. He took the watch off, opened his mini-fridge and grabbed a can of orangeade. Closing the mini-fridge, he switched a lamp on that was on a desk with his laptop and then felt the sting again. "One of the robbers musta got a lucky shot." Liam turned around and froze in horror. Sat on his bed, looking right at him, jaw-dropped, was his friend and classmate, Nathaniel.

The two were in silence for thirty seconds until Nathaniel spoke. "Yy-yy-yo-yo-you're the Hornet!"

Liam was quick to react. "No, I'm not!"

"You just removed the costume!"

"I was cosplaying!"

"You checked to see if your brother was asleep!"

"He has an erratic sleeping pattern!"

"And you just said one of the robbers got a lucky shot!" Liam began panting and having trouble breathing. "Liam? Liam!" Nathaniel stood up and shook Liam.

Liam snapped out of his funk. "Oh my god. Nath, I... I..."

"Calm down. One thing at a time. I don't think you'll be able to get much rest if you've still got a bullet in you. Where's the wound?"

"If I'm wounded, there'll be blood! There's a clue."

"Calm down, smartass!" Nathaniel looked around and saw blood on Liam's shoulder. "No exit point. The bullet's still in there."

"There's a first aid kit in the drawer near Félix and Bridgette's bed. Bandages and forceps." Nathaniel ran into the bedroom and grabbed the first aid kit, he came back into Liam's room and the two sat on Liam's bed. Nathaniel opened the kit and took out bandages and a pair of forceps. He placed a towel over Liam's quilt.

"So you don't get any blood on the quilt," Nathaniel explained. He took the forceps and then a deep breath. He then slowly put the forceps in and gripped the bullet, slowly pulling it out to reduce the pain. Liam winced and groaned. When the bullet was out, Nathaniel applied some disinfectant onto a square of cotton. He then placed the square over Liam's wound.

"OOOOWWWW!" Liam screamed.

"Sorry!"

"You're helping me, don't worry." Nathaniel started bandaging the shoulder, wrapping around Liam's armpit. When he was done, he used a safety pin to keep the bandaging in place.

"There we go."

"Thank you, Nathaniel!"

"Let's clean this up." Liam put the bullet down the bathroom sink and the first aid kit back into the drawer then went back into his room. Nathaniel put the towel into a laundry bag inside Liam's room. When they were done, Liam and Nathaniel stood in the middle of Liam's room. "What now?"

"I... need to..." Nathaniel tackled Liam and pinned him to the wall. "WHOA WHOA WHOA!"

"You're about to say you need to kill me, aren't you?"

Liam was horrified. "What?! No! Just..." Nathaniel placed more pressure on Liam to keep him pinned. "Nath, I'm not gonna kill you! I swear! I don't kill anyone, okay?" Nathaniel slowly loosened his grip and Liam caught his second wind.

"So what are you going to do to me?"

Liam walked over to his desk and grabbed a strange rod with a red tip. "Alter your memory."

"So if I see you flying through the air, I won't know it's you?"

"Afraid so." Liam powered the device.

"Must be sad. Having to keep a huge secret from anyone you could care for. But I guess that's the cost of being a superhero." Liam's device was powered up but he didn't press the button to alter Nathaniel's memory. Instead, he switched it off and put it back on the desk. "Did I say something?"

"If you can promise me that this stays between us..." Liam said. "No, actually... my brother and his girlfriend. They know as well."

"How?"

"They gave me the watch. If you can keep these secrets, I... huh. I don't know how to repay you."

"You don't have to."

Liam smiled. "Thank you, Nathaniel."

"No problem. Just don't get shot ever again."

The two quietly chuckled at the crazy situation...