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First things first, you had to make sure that Flint was safe.
You swung up to a terrace that overlooked the sprawling city streets and dropped Flint off. This was made slightly more difficult by the massive cannon on his back. You wish he would’ve dropped that thing when he got snatched up by Drago.
<span class="mu-r">“Stay here. I’m gonna act as bait until Gobbie and the Ladybird get here.”</span> you said.
<span class="mu-g">“Yeah, there’s not a lot of room to move around up here, pal.”</span> Flint complained, taking note of the tiny patio furniture that you’d knocked over on the way in.
<span class="mu-r">“I don’t know, man. Figure it out!”</span> you said, right before you dove off of the ledge. <span class="mu-r">“You still there, old man?”</span>
<span class="mu-g">“...It's Toomes.”</span> he said with more than a little apprehension. You were surprised that he would give you his name, but now that you knew what his face looked like, it was only a matter of time before you found out.
<span class="mu-r">“Right. Toomes, pull your granddaughter out before she gets herself killed!”</span> you shouted, angling your body away from an incoming missile in the process.
<span class="mu-g">“You think I wanted her to go out there!?”</span> he hissed. <span class="mu-g">“Unlike me, she kept her suit nearby and flew out as soon as she heard about Drago.”</span>
<span class="mu-r">“Well what’s it look like?”</span>
<span class="mu-g">“Black and red. You’ll know it when you see it.”</span>
<span class="mu-r">“Just to be safe, this one <span class="mu-i">won’t</span> blow up, right?”</span> you asked, running alongside the side of a building to outpace the gunfire tracking your location. <span class="mu-r">“I mean, Christ, man! Slave circuits, a self destruct…just how many safeguards did you build into these things!?”</span>
<span class="mu-g">“Do you have any idea how hard it was to reign in these misfits before I installed those slave circuits? Our history is checkered with mutiny, deceit, underhanded plays for power and backroom deals. It wasn’t until I had the undesirables weeded out that I managed to regain some semblance of control over these punks.”</span> Toomed explained, still sounding as bitter as if it had all happened yesterday. <span class="mu-g">“The self-destruct function had nothing to do with that, though. Our next job was supposed to be our last, and I couldn’t leave any evidence behind. If I was still in control, I would never have made them stay and fight Tombstone’s men. It’s simply a waste of time and resources.”</span>
<span class="mu-r">“Speaking of, where IS Tombstone!? Why isn’t he out here helping me!?”</span>
Toomes laughed at that. <span class="mu-g">“Do you truly think that he’s at all capable of keeping up with you or any of my Vultures by foot or by car? In New York traffic!?”</span>
<span class="mu-r">“Good point.”</span> you conceded.
<span class="mu-g">“Besides, he’s a little tied up with the leftover Vultures right about now. Drago must have ordered them to keep him busy.”</span>
<span class="mu-r">“Then I guess I’m on my ow-”</span>
