The very definition of clusterfuck.
This is truly a bloody hell.
"Where the hell is that backup, Dugan?!"
"They're more dug in than we thought! The codes worked, but we haven't even gotten past topside, and it's getting ugly! Hang tight!"
"We can't hang much TIGHTER, Dugan! We're sittin' ducks down here! It's only a matter of minutes before they break our perimeter! The goddamn Super-Adaptoid AND the fucking Doomsday Man!"
"Christ, Fury, we're taking heavy losses up here, too! We're moving as fast as we - oh SHIT, somebody make sure Schmidt's still alive!"
Fury ignores his commlink now, resorting to killshots as best he can manage. The A.I.M. troopers are all over the place, three floors deep within the Helicarrier. The SHIELD agents fighting back are outnumbered badly. They've gotten a few Mandroids backing them up, but the Dreadnoughts are keeping them busy. LeBeau's managing to stall the Doomsday Man, and that's the best they can do against this thing with all this crossfire keeping them pinned down. Sable's a champ, just like he expected, and Drew's shaken off nearly getting her head twisted off by the Adaptoid... and Rhodey's fighting for his life against that thing. In the middle of all this, he's still got time to feel like shit for forcing Hardy to use firearms, knowing she's really not the type for it.
To the women he's fighting alongside, he's just gotta ask.
"Any of you happen to be packin' a spare miracle?"
"Where the hell is that backup, Dugan?!"
"They're more dug in than we thought! The codes worked, but we haven't even gotten past topside, and it's getting ugly! Hang tight!"
"We can't hang much TIGHTER, Dugan! We're sittin' ducks down here! It's only a matter of minutes before they break our perimeter! The goddamn Super-Adaptoid AND the fucking Doomsday Man!"
"Christ, Fury, we're taking heavy losses up here, too! We're moving as fast as we - oh SHIT, somebody make sure Schmidt's still alive!"
Fury ignores his commlink now, resorting to killshots as best he can manage. The A.I.M. troopers are all over the place, three floors deep within the Helicarrier. The SHIELD agents fighting back are outnumbered badly. They've gotten a few Mandroids backing them up, but the Dreadnoughts are keeping them busy. LeBeau's managing to stall the Doomsday Man, and that's the best they can do against this thing with all this crossfire keeping them pinned down. Sable's a champ, just like he expected, and Drew's shaken off nearly getting her head twisted off by the Adaptoid... and Rhodey's fighting for his life against that thing. In the middle of all this, he's still got time to feel like shit for forcing Hardy to use firearms, knowing she's really not the type for it.
To the women he's fighting alongside, he's just gotta ask.
"Any of you happen to be packin' a spare miracle?"