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Obi-Wan kept himself as busy as possible, turned down the TV sound, and ignored the news. He didn’t care much about the chaos of Coruscant City, but it did make him nervous to see it happen so close to his tea shop. He loves his shop and would hate to see it damaged by a bunch of fools needlessly fighting.
He reorganizes everything twice by lunchtime. There aren’t many customers today, he’s only seen his two regulars, an older man who tells him to cut his hair and a pregnant woman who loves the smell of chamomile, clearly, people don’t want to get caught in a maniac’s crossfire, but he has seen some news stations and police cars heading up towards the center of the city where the superpowered people are fighting.
Eventually, he begrudgingly figures going out for a bite to the small restaurant next door won’t hurt. He closes up, perhaps for the day, turning the TV off he just manages to read that one of the superpowered people has completely disappeared from the fight and makes his way around the back.
He opens the door to the back alley and finds a familiar man just laying there face up on the pavement with his arms over his eyes. His white suit with a golden sunrise design is torn near his thigh where Obi-Wan can see an injury.
“Excuse me, sir who is bleeding on the floor,” Obi-Wan says, “Aren’t you Glory?”
“Please don’t call me that right now.” He removes his hands from his face, Obi-Wan can now see he is sporting some impressive bruises near his face. “Can you help me? I can’t walk.”
Obi-Wan takes a single look at the man's pleasing brown eyes and sighs, helping him up and into his shop where he bleeds into his pristine floors all the way into the bathroom. He retrieves his emergency medkit and gets to work stopping the man's leg from bleeding. Obi-Wan might find them annoying but they do help out the city.
He finishes, patting him on the shoulder. The man winces but he still shoots him a thankful smile, “That was fast.”
“I do this for my little brother a lot, he gets into quite some fights.” He moves to grab a mop to clean the floors and the man follows him like a lost puppy.
“Sit down, you’re hurt.”
“Do you have a phone I can use?”
Obi-Wan sighs and points towards the counter. The man looks much more awkward in real life than the confidence he exudes in battle or public appearances, he mutters something onto the phone, Obi-Wan tries not to listen. It’s not good to get involved in superhero affairs, never mind that he doesn’t even remember what this guy can actually do. He doesn’t keep up with news of the sort.
He approaches Obi-Wan awkwardly in his stupid spandex suit, stained maroon from the gash in his leg that he keeps aggravating by pacing around. “My team is coming to pick me up.”
“That’s good. Sit down.” He grabs him by the shoulder where he knows he has an injury and leads him to sit on the stool he keeps behind the counter. Taking further pity on the unknown superhero and fixing him a cup of Earl Grey.
“Thank you,” he says earnestly. “This is really good tea.” Obi-Wan smiles at that, the man isn’t terrible. His team shows up not long after, they make him swear secrecy by having him sign an NDA, they delete his CCTV and phone log. That’s fine, he wouldn’t have said anything anyway.
And if a handsome stranger with brown eyes and a limp introduces himself as Cody with a shy smile and asks for Earl Grey, Obi-Wan will keep to his conclusions, after all, he is sworn to secrecy.