The fall was faster than you expected. Wind roared in your ears, whipping your hair wildly as the city skyline rushed toward you. The streetlights and neon signs below blurred together, and your stomach twisted violently.

This was it.

Then, in an instant, a blur of blue and yellow shot through the sky. A strong force yanked you from your freefall, the impact knocking the breath from your lungs—but you weren’t falling anymore. Instead, you were cradled against a firm chest, warmth radiating through the fabric of a battle-worn suit.

Your arms latched onto him instinctively as you gasped for air. The scent of sweat, blood, and burnt fabric filled your nose. It took you a second to realize who was holding you.

Invincible.

“Whoa, hey, I got you,” he reassured, voice slightly strained but steady. His grip was firm, keeping you pressed close as he hovered high above the city. “Are you okay?”