Spectators

On the rooftop of a high-rise overlooking the entire tram incident, Black Super stood shoulder to shoulder with Quicksilver.

Unlike the carefree Black Super, Quicksilver waited until the tram had completely stopped, even though part of one carriage still hung in midair, before finally letting out a breath. Looking at the man beside him dressed entirely in black, Quicksilver asked curiously, "So we came out just to watch? We're not doing anything?" Black Super, once again wearing his black Kevlar suit and black hood, replied calmly, "I'm here to make sure Doctor Octopus can escape Spider-Man."

"And to make sure he takes the Tritium and prepares to ignite the Artificial Sun. The tram trouble was just something we happened to see. I only stayed behind to provide backup in case something went wrong."

"Since Spider-Man has already stepped in, as long as it doesn't derail and cause casualties, let Spider-Man put on a show. Or are you not confident you can save everyone on the tram before anyone gets hurt?"

Quicksilver pulled a comb from his pocket and combed his hair as though making a show of it. "How could I not manage that? I'm the man who saved an entire school's students from an explosion. I was just curious what you were thinking."

Resisting the urge to find a razor and shave off this guy's silver hair too, Black Super pointed at the police cars and fire engines speeding toward where the tram had stopped.

"I just don't want to help people until all these things become my responsibility. The moment I fail to help once and someone gets hurt or killed, it somehow becomes my fault instead."

Quicksilver made an exaggerated expression. "Surely not."

Black Super said seriously, "I know New York City's current police commissioner, George Stacy.