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You trusted these guys enough to prevent the Doombots from bombing the Helicarrier out of the sky, and the fliers should be equally capable of protecting the government base from being overwhelmed by the sheer size of Doom’s army.
In your peripheral, you spotted Peter Pan, zipping around and dicing up any Doombot that dared get within range of his enchanted shortsword and dagger. Spider-Woman and Mockingbird were more or less working separately, spreading themselves out so that they could pull attention away from one another.
And you would’ve dove straight in to help them, if only it weren’t for the various clusters of Doombots that were solely focused on damaging the Helicarriers engines. That demanded your full attention.
Even so, you couldn’t help but feel like you were doing something truly unnatural or extraordinary by using your new powers to fly freely through the air. It was a power that everyone directly associated with the definition of superpowers; the dream that everyone aspired to achieve through one way or another. Freedom. Complete and absolute.
You were unbound by the laws of gravity, and it was no longer necessary for you to travel via web-swinging. But that was exactly what made you feel so weird about it. You’d gotten so used to swinging, and now that you didn’t need to do it anymore…
A shiver ran down your spine, and your body reacted automatically.
You dove, spun and wove through a network of deadly plasma bolts, before turning to return a volley of pale green fireballs back at your attackers. Most of your attacks destroyed them outright, but some only left them partially melted.
And that. That was another new thing that you had yet to get used to. You could shoot fireballs out of your hands now. And they were markedly slower than your web-bolts, so the timing was a little hard to get used to. The accuracy of your shots was solely dependent on your ability to plan ahead and predict your enemy’s movements, but your superhuman sense of coordination helped with that for the most part. It was rare for you to miss at all these days, but there was always room for improvement.
The ghostly trail of your burning figure carving through the night sky was easily one of the most notable features of this battle, and it didn’t do anything to reduce the amount of tailgaters you had on your way to deal with the robot saboteurs. You tried your best to keep them away from the other airborne units, but that only meant that you had more to contend with during your nighttime flight.
Interestingly, you noticed that their attacks on you were less accurate than the ones that they directed on everyone else. For a moment, you wondered why that was, and the answer came to you quickly.
They were using infrared sensors! And the amount of heat that you were producing was probably making it hard for them to get a clear shot. That could be useful information for later.
Right now, you had to focus on giving these guys a fighting chance.
