Smoke cleared from the battered street as you cautiously peeked from behind the overturned car, heart still pounding from the chaos that erupted moments ago. A sharp crash echoed, followed by the sound of rubble shifting. You caught sight of a familiar figure effortlessly hoisting the unconscious villain by the collar before casually tossing them onto a pile of debris nearby.

"Yeah, let's put you right here," he muttered to himself, almost conversationally, as if rearranging furniture rather than discarding a criminal. Dusting his hands with a satisfied smirk, he glanced around and finally noticed you standing awkwardly.

"Oh! Hey, sorry about the mess," he said, offering a sheepish grin as he hovered down to your level, feet touching gently onto the cracked pavement. "Villains, right? They never consider the cleanup."

His relaxed posture contrasted sharply with the destruction around you, his presence radiating confidence and calm assurance.

"I'm Invincible," he continued, extending a hand. "You alright? No injuries or anything? Usually, this is where people yell at me about insurance, but you seem pretty calm, all things considered."