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Trying to get the balloon in the air was proving to be more difficult than you predicted, so you had to flag down Spider-Woman in order to get her help as well.
<span class="mu-r">“Hey, Jess! We could use a little help over here!”</span>
<span class="mu-g">“You’re not supposed to know my name, but okay!”</span>
Despite her protest, she was all too willing to help raise the web sac into the air.
<span class="mu-r">“I hope this works…!”</span>
You found yourself saying that a lot lately. It was starting to become a bad habit.
Using both hands, you projected a jet of pale green flame into the opening of the web construct. Slowly, but surely, it inflated with hot air, and the balloon began to rise. Jess let go when it looked like it could sustain itself.
Abe began to laugh as he slowly pulled on a webline to better angle the balloon.
<span class="mu-b">“It’s working! It’s work-”</span>
A jolt ran through the entire Helicarrier, and you were sure that a man with anything less than a superhuman sense of balance would’ve stumbled to the ground. A moment later, you realized that the constant roar of the engines had almost entirely died down. And then, the entire Helicarrier began to shift to the side.
Your unusually adhesive feet were the only thing that prevented you from sliding along with everything else that was unsecured on the Helicarrier’s deck. Including Gwen and the Shi’ar jumpship.
<span class="mu-r">“Gwen!”</span>
You wanted to lend her a hand, but you were too busy maintaining the balloon. Fortunately, Abe was of the same mind, and he managed to snag one of the wings with a webline.
Even from this distance, you could see Gwen panicking as the ship lifted from the Helicarrier’s deck and began to drift away. Both crafts were falling, but the Helicarrier was descending with far more speed and velocity. The distance between the two was growing too far and too fast, and Abe’s attention was currently being split between holding the balloon together and reinforcing it where the weblines had snapped as a result of the intense wind pressure.
Spider-Woman was also using her considerable strength to help reduce the strain that was being placed on specific points of the web construct, but it was taking a lot out of her. The Doombots were still racing to catch up, and so was Lost Boy, Mockingbird and the rest of the airborne S.H.I.E.L.D. agents that agreed to stick around.
But despite all this chaos involved in this controlled descent, you couldn’t peel your eyes away from Gwen. At this point, it was hard to tell whether her ship was spinning, or you were.
<span class="mu-r">“Come on, Gwen. You got this…!”</span>
You saw a burst of light erupt from the back of the craft, and for a moment, your heart sank as you considered the possibility of her getting shot out of the sky. But when it started to angle its nose downward, you realized that the sub-light engines had kicked in.
She did it! You knew she had it in her. Now all you had to do was survive until Tinkerbell was ready.
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