Kraft was a little dumbfounded.
How could he not be? He had been watching the show perfectly happily when Darren Cross, who had been fighting Ant-Man, suddenly charged right up to them.
As he rapidly returned to normal size, he scooped Arale up around the waist with one hand, gripped her neck with the other, and aimed his one intact mechanical tentacle at the girl in his arms.
"If you don't want this little girl getting hurt, get out of my way!"
Driven into a corner, Darren Cross roared while keeping a wary eye on the Avengers and Ant-Man.
"Huh?"
Arale froze briefly in his arms, then broke into a huge smile.
"Are we playing robbers? I got caught! Hahahahaha!"
"Shut up! Or I'll kill you!"
His nerves stretched taut, Darren Cross viciously threatened the Arale in his grasp.
Still convinced they were playing robbers, Arale obligingly closed her mouth, but her little face remained full of excitement and anticipation.
Once their bewilderment passed, Kraft and Angela both looked at Darren Cross as though he were an idiot. Of all the people he could have taken hostage, he had picked Arale. No wonder both of the bald guy's presentations had gone wrong. Clearly, he was born unlucky.
"Aaaaaah! Big brother! Hurry up and find a way to save Arale!"
Alice shook Kraft's arm hard, her voice trembling with tears.
Kraft and Angela had no choice but to redirect their looks of disbelief toward Alice.
"Huh? Wh-what's wrong?"
Still clutching Kraft's arm, Alice stared blankly at the two of them and asked.
"Alice, what do you think that idiot could possibly do to hurt Arale?" Angela covered her forehead and sighed deeply.
"Ah... right... I forgot. Hehehe..."
Alice finally caught on. Embarrassed, she lowered her head and rubbed the back of