Cleaning Up The Mess (and bonding)
[Shut up, Kristoff Vernard.] the Vision didn’t say. He reluctantly let Cassie go and looked around at the mess the fight had made.
“[Is anyone injured?]” he asked. He didn’t see anyone with horrible bleeding gut wounds or missing limbs, and he assumed that the Avengers knew well enough what to do if they were injured.
Kristoff Vernard probably shouldn’t do anything with his damaged arm either, but if his pride wouldn’t allow him to walk away, then there was certainly nothing that the Vision could do to convince him to do so.
The android kicked at a piece of debris, sending it skittering a foot or so before coming to rest against a larger block.
He could think of better ways to spend the afternoon.
((Tag: Everyone up on the Tower - the rescue squad can drop in (come up?) as well, if they want. We'll probably all move inside after awhile for refreshments and complaining discussion.))
“[Is anyone injured?]” he asked. He didn’t see anyone with horrible bleeding gut wounds or missing limbs, and he assumed that the Avengers knew well enough what to do if they were injured.
Kristoff Vernard probably shouldn’t do anything with his damaged arm either, but if his pride wouldn’t allow him to walk away, then there was certainly nothing that the Vision could do to convince him to do so.
The android kicked at a piece of debris, sending it skittering a foot or so before coming to rest against a larger block.
He could think of better ways to spend the afternoon.
((Tag: Everyone up on the Tower - the rescue squad can drop in (come up?) as well, if they want. We'll probably all move inside after awhile for refreshments and complaining discussion.))