The building groaned before it fell. Everyone froze when they heard the noise loud and screeching in their ear. It was as bad as a child’s cry right on their mother’s shoulder.

People screamed, both those hurt by the fighting that lead to the buildings collapse and the emergency personal meant to get them out. Blurs of people all in white with big huge megaphones pass by, shouting and pushing everyone out of the way.

There wasn’t going to be enough time. The building was going and the building was going fast.

Many look up, call to, their superhero high above. He’s flying this way and that fighting against the big giant of the day. The villain was cackling, bits of magic leaving his hold to hit the hero.

Neither was paying attention to the falling building.

Until it stopped. All of a sudden the metal froze in air, smaller bits of the frame tumbling to the ground harmlessly. Some cried out. Other’s screamed again. Medics grab those unable to stand and tear them away from the area before it could start up again.

“I can’t hold it forever now. Please do move.” Came a rather unlikely voice from below. He wore nothing but grey and black, and revealed nothing of what lay under the absurdly large collar of his jacket.

The villain was well known throughout the city for his ability to control metal. He bent entire buildings from the ground in fights with the very hero that fly overhead. No one had the mind to ponder this sudden good deed.

Said Hero lands on the ground, defeated enemy slamming down beside him in a blaze of glory. Blood and guts splatter every which way. Children near the scene cheer for the victory.

“Nice to see you took our chat seriously.” The hero grumbled, wiping bits of blood from his cheek. It didn’t do much but smear the bright red substance around his too pale skin. “Didn’t want to turn you to paste.”

“I would be doing the pasting, I assure you.” The villain sighs, turning to offer the hero a look. It lacked effect with the whole hidden features aspect of his attire.

“Oh?” The hero grabs a few children and starts carrying them away. “I think you’re just a softy under all that metal.”

“And I think you’re an idiot. Not please move these people away before I squash them to spite you.”