Flight
Free.
He is free.
Soaring, tumbling, and cart wheeling… he is free to do whatever he wished.
When he is in the skies, he is rid of any fears, limitations and nuisances. Every earthly tie seems to vanish; he is without a care in the world, flying simply for the purpose of adrenaline and ecstasy.
Of course, he doesn't hate the ground; he simply prefers to be above it. Like the aftershocks of a party, being on the ground makes him long to be in the skies again; it is where he feels alive, he where feels he truly belonged.
Or so he thinks.
Once upon a time, there was a boy named Icarus. Icarus was simply a boy who wished to fly and chanced upon a miracle.
And his wish was granted, but at a horrible price.
Ever too eager, Icarus flew to close to the sun, melting the wax holding his man-made wings together. Wide-eyed with shock and confusion, the poor boy spiraled downwards to his inevitable death.
Falcon thinks that he has a lot of similarities to Icarus; they both had metal wings crafted for them, they both longed to be in the skies and they both were pretty confident at the prospect of flying.
They were also blind to the possibility of falling.
Fear tightens its icy clutches on him as he slowly sinks to the ground. The words, it's over, form on the tip of this tongue when desperation suddenly kicks in, jump-starting his adrenaline.
Flapping his wings, Falcon morbidly wonders what would happen if he were to fall to his death, right here, right now.
He decides that it wouldn't be pretty.
Dodging the turbulent winds fate sends his way, the little hero soars in the skies, hoping that he would have the strength withstand the trials and tribulations to come.
Because heaven knows what would happen if he didn't.
A/N: On the request list: Reptil, Songbird/Screaming Mimi and brotherly Thor/Loki.