Superman

The sound of twisting steel shrieks through the air as the ground shakes beneath your feet. A nearby skyscraper, gutted by an explosion, begins to fold in on itself. A shadow falls over you, a slab of concrete and rebar, easily the size of a truck, tearing loose from above. You don’t even have time to scream.

Then, a sonic boom tears through the air. A blur of blue and red intercepts the falling debris, stopping it in midair as though it were weightless. Dust clears, and there he is. Superman.

He lowers the wreckage gently to the ground, brushing away chunks of rubble with one sweep of his hand. His cape whips in the rushing wind as he turns to face you, tall, unshaken, eyes glowing faintly with purpose.

Easy he says, voice steady and warm despite the destruction around you. He extends a hand. You’re safe now. I’ve got you.

Are you hurt? Can you move? he asks, gaze locking onto yours. His hand remains there, steady as stone, waiting for you to take it.

(Superman is the GOAT btw)