The last week hasn't been what he expected. Hell, nothing about the past few months have been what he expected, but here he was. Quite possibly in a lot of trouble but not willing to share that with anyone. It wasn't their burden to have, it was for himself and himself only; there was no way that anyone would even come close to understanding if he explained it.

It was one thing to say that he had black outs once a month, something his doctor wasn't understanding, because Adam could remember bits and pieces. He contributed it to his PTSD, but it had been years since he had been in the war. In any war. But none of that never really stopped anyone before, correct? It wasn't as if that could just be turned off.

But it wasn't the PTSD causing this. Even as it came closer to the 4th and he was doing his best to actually avoid being social on the day, and he was being dragged out anyway. He'd retreat well before the night started to head home, to get his noise cancelling headphones, and to watch the weirdest thing he could find on television. When they still had their golden retriever Booster, the dog would sit with Adam, his head in Adam's lap, as Adam would pet him over and over, focusing on the little things. How soft the dog's fur was against his hand, the sound of the movie coming through his headphones, all while keeping the blinds down and looking away from the windows.

He hadn't been on the ground during the wars but he had been in the air, shooting, fighting, watching planes explode before his eyes. He didn't need fireworks in the sky to show him that he lived in a country where he was 'free'. Though, at the moment, he didn't feel particularly free. He felt confined to his person a little too much lately, and well he apparently acts way too old for his age, despite being 37, despite being a CFO and other Chief positions, despite running a major company. It's not a good feeling. Nothing has been feeling too great lately.

But now? It's even worse. Because to clear his head, he decided to go into work on a Sunday. To go to one of the Trevisan owned hangars, to check on the planes, to see how things are going. Which would have been fine had there not been an accident while he was there. Which would have been doable, if there wasn't a worker trapped under a large, heavy piece of metal, threatening to crush their legs.

He hadn't been sure why he did what he did, but he ran for the larger than him, heavier than him piece of metal, and lifted it with one arm with ease. The worker, shocked but thankful, got out from under the piece of metal, and without thinking Adam started to move out of the large hangar, and found himself flying with the piece of metal to the nearby shipyard. He, without thinking once more, flew back, and immediately ran to check on the worker, to make sure he was okay, but he just stared at Adam with large eyes.

You saved my life! Wait until everyone sees this! The worker says, and Adam looks at him with confusion. When Adam asks what he means, he says he got video of Adam flying away with the large sheet of metal. I posted it on social media! I'm going to make sure everyone knows about you!

Adam freezes. He tells the man to delete the video immediately, and that he'll pay him to keep quiet. Because no one needs to know about this. No one needs to know. The worker is confused, but tells him he doesn't need to be paid, he's just thankful his life was saved. Bless you, Mr. Trevisan, happy 4th to you the man finally says, as he runs off to be with his family, and Adam is left in the hangar, dumbfounded and angry.

Because he knew this was a thing. That he had super strength and that he had flight, and yet...he couldn't keep it under wraps when it came to saving someone. He couldn't have just called the cops? He couldn't have just tried to get help the normal way? No of course not, he was a man of honor, who had to go running into battle when he saw it. To save his fellow man.

He finally headed home - driving home, like a normal human being, if he can even claim he is that anymore - to find his phone had 17 missed messages. Mostly from PR, asking what to do - was the video doctored? Was it true?

Just fix it, and make it go away Adam sends a text, and sinks into his couch. The silence is deafening, and he's not sure how to handle it.

But he's not about to tell anyone about it either. Because no one else needs to be involved.

He's a man of honor after all, and he'd do anything to protect the ones he cares for, even if it's from himself.