Alvin stood amid the ice and snow and called Natasha and the others, who were far away in Russia.
The signal from Scott Lang meant they had found the Red Room's base—a super-airship whose hiding place had been unknown.
There were surely plenty of other Black Widows inside, brainwashed with drugs.
Since he had promised to help Natasha and the others fulfill their wish, Alvin wasn't going to leave them out of things when it mattered.
Fox watched Alvin call for Little A, the intelligent fighter jet who was having the time of her life in Northern Europe...
The Helicarrier's flight commander had recently become the most popular source of entertainment around here.
Flying banners for all sorts of celebrities, she performed aerial stunts over Town and made a fortune.
Those little stars couldn't compete with the spectacle put on by the Hell's Kitchen ladies, not in Northern Europe.
To boost their ratings, they had to think of something else.
Little A had become a hot commodity...
I can paint your nude photos on my body and fly over Town several times a day.
If you need, I can play background music and fly a banner cheering you on while I perform a thrilling low-altitude Cobra.
Pay me enough, and I can even take you up into the sky...
But that service was discontinued after one of the Kardashian family's big butts wet Little A's seat!
While they waited, Fox put her arms around Alvin's waist and said with a teasing smile, "You don't usually go to this much trouble. What about those Black Widows?
I heard the school took in over five hundred little girls, and the Basement took in dozens of Black Widows. Supposedly, they're all quite pretty."
Alvin casually put an arm around Fox's neck and kissed