Just The Sidekick

1. Separate Ways or A Very Own Sideshow

Max started having enough of getting thrown into office buildings.

After the crash, and yet another shower of glass shards, he raised his head, only to find a frightened female secretary before him; he rolled his eyes behind the white lenses of his mask and forced up a smile on his face.

"Hello." he stood up from the ground, instinctively reaching for his dark brown curls, smoothing them down. He turned his head back towards the broken window, made a grimace. "Sorry about that. Are you... insured?"

The woman gazed at Max, she remained wordless from shock.

"If you are, then that will cover the repairs. Or if not, then you can go to m-, uh, the Bank of Municiberg and ask for a loan. I heard they don't ask for any interest until the sums are under six letters."

The secretary adjusted her little glasses, she mumbled some hubbub Max couldn't understand.

"Sorry, I couldn't quite catch tha-"

Intense booming, escorted with mechanical clinking interrupted the young man's words, he turned back towards the broken window.

"Eeh." he made yet another grimace. "Looks like I have to dash. Uh, sorry again about the window. You didn't get injured in the process though, right?"

The woman just shook her head.

Max nodded "Good. Uh, bye again."

Then he smoothed down his short curls again, walked to the window and... and stepped out through it.

Before he could begin the notion of falling towards imminent death, he stretched out his hands before him, made a slight focus and the next thing he knew, he was flying amongst the countless tall glass buildings of the Bank District, seeing his lanky figure reflected back from the windowpanes.

Right, to business then.

Max, or Macroburst as the public knew him was one of the five heroes that have formed the group of supers, called the Phantasmics.

He has been part of the group since it was formed, dare say even before it: he has been the sidekick of the group's leader, Everseer since the age of sixteen, when he had discovered that, like his father, he had possessed the ability to control a natural force, in his case the wind.

Well, British blood and all... it can HARDLY be about anything else than the weather.

So, Max, Macroburst was a veteran superhero. A veteran, independent superhero.

His aerial passing drew quite a few silhouettes of people behind the windows, some were opened, faint discussions reached Max's ear:

"Macroburst? Is that Macroburst?"

"Yes, that's him! I had seen him once on Supers' Appreciation Day! He made me fly as high as skyscrapers!"

"If he's in action, then the Phantasmics are near as well!"

"The Phantasmics! They are the best group of supers in my opinion..."

Max couldn't help but raise his brows. The best?

If the Phantasmics are the best, then which group is the worst?

His pondering resulted in a slight shift of level, he made a faint yelp, raised his hands again and made the wind he controlled, stop his descent.

Focus, focus, focus!

He mildly shook his head, and strengthened the gusts of air around him, which resulted in a significant raise in speed. He felt his hair wave on his head.