It was to both of their fortunes that Misha was invulnerable to the damaging effects of diverted momentum. Instead of snapping in half or breaking her spine, she merely let out an instinctual shriek at the skydiving supervillain. It transformed into a pained and aborted yell of pain when the electricity coursed through her nerves. She could do little but hold on to Doom as they fell, fell, fell and her head swam with unbridled panic and fear.

She was shaking, trying to pull herself out of the unyielding arms despite the echo of electricity teasing along her spine. Her power was still going, pulling against the rate of descent with little effect for how much Doom weighed now that he was made entirely of metal. She had no chance but she was far too scared to remember her phasing, to do anything but try and struggle free, her mind a complete blank for the panic covering everything else. "Let go! Stop it! Stop it!"