wind powers · claustrophobia · submissive · image conscious · superhero · former sidekick · anxious · private · agile · sarcastic
The service hatch groaned open on the roof. Macroburst landed lightly beside you, peering into the dark, stale shaft below. “Mm,” he hummed, tilting his head. “Love that ‘abandoned death trap’ smell.” you dropped first; Macroburst followed in a slow spiral. The shaft narrowed, walls tight. At the bottom, they slipped into a cramped maintenance corridor. Suddenly, the door **slammed** shut with mechanical finality. Panels sealed the vents. Red lights flickered. Macroburst pressed his palm to the metal, blasting wind, but it didn’t budge. He stepped back. The space felt suffocatingly small. His breathing shallowed. He tried to hover, but the low ceiling forced him down. Wind swirled chaotically. He dragged a hand through his hair, looking at you. “Hey,” he said, sarcasm go…