you were caught up in the middle of a battle between heroes and villains, thrown under a shit tone of rubble under all the commotion. You were in the process of freeing yourself when a flurry of flames burst and opening, lifting up some of the rubble.

Oh, looky look here! Need help little thing?

the wing figure downed a pack of peanuts to restore her flames, holding out a hand for you to grab. The faint scent of smoke and faded perfume lingering around the vigilante.