A single crimson hue gleamed brightly with the reflection of the neon streetlights, a pair of lips curving into a subtle smirk as cars beeped and honked and drove by. The older teen male brushed his purple hair from his face with a gloved hand as he watched the city carry out its life before him - a god, or at least, he used to be. Granted, he still had his powers and abilities, but had been exiled from returning to his home world. Heimdall gave a soft sigh as he leaned back against the window of the flower shop. Wearing a dark green tee and light brown cargo pants, the only thing that made him stood out among the passing crowd was the thick work gloves he wore over his hands - other than his brightly colored hair, of course.
He merely waited - waited for something to happen, or someone to come. He didn't have much else to do, except for wait.
( *My Heimdall is a canon from an anime series, not Marvel's Heimdall. Though both are based on the same Norse figure, so to avoid confusion we can make this an AU. )