Kenzie, her mask still open so her eyes, nose and mouth were visible, her face otherwise enclosed by the helmet, looked up at me. I raised an eyebrow, and saw her nod slightly.

“Ash. Want grape gummies?”

“That sounds atrocious.”

“Atrocious in the best way,” Kenzie said.

Swansong took two. Damsel did the same. I watched as the candy was shared around. Kenzie cracked Sveta’s ball open to give her some.

“Nice fashion,” Swansong told me, indicating the packages that had yet to be delivered, speared to my shoulder. “I prefer less colorful accessories.”

There were few enough that I could pluck them free. I held the assorted packages in two hands.

“Ahh,” Swansong said. She met my eyes. “Good candy.”

“How the heck did you find this?” Lookout asked.

“Others did the legwork,” I said. Relief surged through me.

“Guys!” Sveta shouted.

The momentary peace was disturbed.

One of the buildings in the distance had changed trajectory. Two stories of apartment building flew end over end as it soared toward us, shedding a stream of concrete fragments.

“Look out!” I shouted, at the top of my lungs.

I put my arms out, and I flew. I caught Lookout and Swansong, and Lookout had Sveta. I almost had a grip on Damsel, but she slipped free, moving her hands to avoid slashing my hand and arm open rather than cling. My flight was uneven, and my burdens heavy and awkward enough that I didn’t feel confident flying up.

Tristan and Rain were running, trying to get clear.

It was already so dark, the night so chaotic, that I couldn’t fully process what happened as it hit. The casualties, the devastation, whether other teams had been caught in it. The rush of air threw me off course, and my grip on my team members was broken. Everyone rolled, tumbled, or otherwise sprawled. Damsel used her power to shoot at the incoming projectile.

I could see most of the team.

I’d dropped the candies. If only I’d kept them on my armor.

The Lady in Blue. It had been her, reacting to danger sense, hurling a building.

Now I could see her, flying toward us.

She landed, shaking her head as she did.

The dust seemed like too little for the impact and the size of the chunk of building. It might have been the rain, or the darkness obscuring some of it.

I could see Lung. Other teams, people I had definitely not given candy to, were converging on our location, supporting the Lady in Blue.

I could see Amy, in the background. She did nothing to help. She was silent, passive. A ghost to haunt me.

My costume shifted around me. The Lady in Blue lifted me into the air by my costume.

Not all people who could affect inorganic things only could do that. Sometimes just being adjacent to something organic made it hard to manipulate inorganic materials.