Swarm, in a full fury now, rounded on Warbird. Several bees dropped dead from the extinguisher gas. Did he actually feel pain? Eleanor wondered as she held her forehead and pushed her way up the cracked wall until she was standing again. Or did he feel the pain of each little bee dying? But what would a Nazi psychopath care for the death of a bee?
"Thanks for the...save. Oogh. My head. And not to sound ungrateful, but...careful killing...them." She shook her head to clear it. "We want to lock up his Nazi bones, but re-home the innocent bees into new hives."
Innocent bees. Seriously. See, these were the comic books they didn't write so much. Why? Because how ridiculous was it to be having this conversation over attacking evil Nazi bees? How silly was it to be fighting them in the first place? Geez. She knew she was just a low level SHIELD paper pusher in training to be a Black Widow spy type (Ha! As if she could ever be that good, even with a healing factor...but they did like to tell her they were training her to be the next Black Widow when then needed one. But for now she was stuck with the lame code name Reboot, if she ever wanted to suit up. Which up till now, she hadn't. She knew she sucked as a super hero. Nobody needed to tell her that.)
She checked her watch and mouthed, Five minutes, to the blonde heroine with the fire extinguisher. Hopefully she'd get the message. Wait, she could do one better, and so she did, holding up her badge and gesturing at it. Maybe she'd get the semi-charades of "Distract him for five more minutes until SHIELD gets here". Maybe.
"YOU CANNOT TAKE MY BEES FROM ME, INSOLENT CHILD!!! IF I CANNOT HAVE THEM, NO ONE CAN! TELL ME, LITTLE MARVEL, ARE YOU IMMUNE TO A THOUSAND STINGS?" And with that, the Swarm directed his swarming attention on Warbird...but this time it wasn't to throw, but to sting her so many times that a normal human wouldn't survive it.
"NO!!!" Eleanor reached out uselessly towards them, worried both for the woman fighting and for the thousands of bees that would die after losing their stingers.
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Swarm, in a full fury now, rounded on Warbird. Several bees dropped dead from the extinguisher gas. Did he actually feel pain? Eleanor wondered as she held her forehead and pushed her way up the cracked wall until she was standing again. Or did he feel the pain of each little bee dying? But what would a Nazi psychopath care for the death of a bee?
"Thanks for the...save. Oogh. My head. And not to sound ungrateful, but...careful killing...them." She shook her head to clear it. "We want to lock up his Nazi bones, but re-home the innocent bees into new hives."
Innocent bees. Seriously. See, these were the comic books they didn't write so much. Why? Because how ridiculous was it to be having this conversation over attacking evil Nazi bees? How silly was it to be fighting them in the first place? Geez. She knew she was just a low level SHIELD paper pusher in training to be a Black Widow spy type (Ha! As if she could ever be that good, even with a healing factor...but they did like to tell her they were training her to be the next Black Widow when then needed one. But for now she was stuck with the lame code name Reboot, if she ever wanted to suit up. Which up till now, she hadn't. She knew she sucked as a super hero. Nobody needed to tell her that.)
She checked her watch and mouthed, Five minutes, to the blonde heroine with the fire extinguisher. Hopefully she'd get the message. Wait, she could do one better, and so she did, holding up her badge and gesturing at it. Maybe she'd get the semi-charades of "Distract him for five more minutes until SHIELD gets here". Maybe.
"YOU CANNOT TAKE MY BEES FROM ME, INSOLENT CHILD!!! IF I CANNOT HAVE THEM, NO ONE CAN! TELL ME, LITTLE MARVEL, ARE YOU IMMUNE TO A THOUSAND STINGS?" And with that, the Swarm directed his swarming attention on Warbird...but this time it wasn't to throw, but to sting her so many times that a normal human wouldn't survive it.
"NO!!!" Eleanor reached out uselessly towards them, worried both for the woman fighting and for the thousands of bees that would die after losing their stingers.