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While you did agree with Squirrel Girl about not abandoning an Avenger, you also wanted to acknowledge that this guy chose to jump into the middle of this firefight by himself.
You aren’t even sure if he really needs your help, but it’d be a bit of a dick move to leave without at least contributing a bit more to the fight.
Besides, with him making himself the center of attention, you were pretty much able to slip right through the Doombots’ defenses, risk free.
The way wasn’t exactly clear, but you and the girls were no longer being forced to hunker down behind Ember’s shield. With Doc Ock tearing through their forces, the three of you had a relatively easy time carving a path through them.
Being the most agile in the group, you worked to draw attention away from Squirrel Girl and Ember. Ock wasn’t nearly as gifted, but any attacks that made it past his mechanical arms were completely absorbed by an invisible barrier that his suit seemed to be projecting. He didn’t look too worried, but then again, you couldn’t exactly tell what he was feeling when he was wearing that weird-looking breathing mask.
With the two of you drawing attention away from the girls, they were able to play their respective trump cards. Unsurprisingly, Squirrel Girl summoned her army of squirrels to overwhelm and disorient the Doombots. Ember, on the other hand, realized that she could convert the electrical blasts that the Doombots were projecting into the energy she needed to create pixels. This allowed her to rapidly fire her cube-shaped projectiles with deadly efficiency, carving jagged squares into their chrome-plated armor.
Seeing as they were a little too tanky and heat resistant for your liking, you focused on locking down their movements so that the others would have an easier time dealing with them.
On one occasion, you intercepted a Doombot that had been trying to grab Ock from behind. You used your webs to envelop his torso and threw him into one of his buddies with so much force that the two of them exploded into a tangle of limbs and wires.
It was then that the good doctor turned to acknowledge you. He gave you a curt nod.
<span class="mu-g">“My thanks.”</span>
You nodded back, and that was pretty much the extent of your interaction. You fought like your life depended on it, and for once, you kept your mouth shut. Between your group, Doc Ock, and Sable International, you were pretty much mopping the floor with these guys. Now was a good time to leave.
But before you did, you made sure to swing by and pass along some info about another Pixel Punk hotspot that Julia informed you of earlier.
Instead of turning his head to address you, he pointed one of his claws in your direction. A green lens at the center scrutinized you for a long moment, before twisting from side to side and snapping its claws at you.
<span class="mu-g">“Noted. Your assistance in this matter is very much appreciated.”</span>
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