"Yeah, once, a couple arenas ago." He gave a wry smile and looked down, embarrassment rising. "It was really dumb too because I had a fever at the time and wasn't in my right mind so...I kind flew myself into the barrier over the arena and got zapped like a bug. I didn't die, but it short-circuited a few of my systems and I couldn't do more than hover after that." That was when he'd run into Steve and told him in his fevered-haze that he couldn't be real because he was a comic book character. That had been pretty damn embarrassing too.

Of course, then less pleasant memories surfaced. His loss of flight meant he'd watched as, for the first time in the seventy years of knowing him, Jet had let Albert fall. His fiance had fallen from that cliff and Jet could do nothing but watch with Venus dying in his arms. If he hadn't fucked up to begin with, he could have saved Albert like he always did. Like he was supposed to do. Nevermind the whole thing with Fee and Kevin, if he could have flown Fee to safety, neither of them would have faced the nightmare of being eaten alive.

He kinda missed when his biggest concern was politics and whether there was a new organization plotting to take over the world.

"Next time I'll be a little smarter about it. Not that they warn you or anything, even that last time, it only happened when the air raid sirens went off."