It was a stupid dare anyway. You didn’t want to do it, but you’re stubborn. So there you sit, on top of of a tall bridge. Oh, and there’s a guy flying around breathing fire. Bad timing.

The concrete under you cracks, metal groaning as the bridge takes another hit. It tips, sending you sliding down and off into the air, your heart flying into your throat at the drop. You suddenly stop, and when you open your eyes, you see Invincible staring back at you.

“Hey! Don’t freak out, I’m a good guy.”