Correcting the Impression
Coulson had no idea that the "tenant" Ethan Hunt mentioned was an honest-to-goodness Egyptian deity.
But Hell's Kitchen had no shortage of people like that...
Dr. Banner in the school basement.
Reporter Eddie Brock, who rode his motorcycle around Hell's Kitchen all day.
Even Fox's little flower-shop girl was in the same situation.
And they all seemed to get along well with their "tenants." At least, Coulson had never heard of them causing trouble in Hell's Kitchen.
Coulson amiably gave Ethan Hunt, a former colleague, a thumbs-up, then asked curiously, "Where's Black Bolt?
We'd better keep him safe...
I can't even imagine how Raymond talked him into cooperating with us."
As Coulson spoke, Black Bolt appeared in the distance, wearing a Wolves jersey and standing in a passage between floors. Behind him, several school security guards carried a transparent case.
JJ, decked out in heavy weapons from head to toe, stood watchfully beside Black Bolt, as if ready to dismember anyone who came near him.
Medusa hurried over to her beloved and hugged him tightly. The red-haired beauty then gave JJ a grateful smile.
JJ placed one hand over his chest and performed a slightly comical Knight's Bow. "It's my honor to protect the King and Queen of Attilan.
If I ever go looking for a job, I'll add this to my record."
Seeing that Medusa was about to say something, JJ smiled and spread his hands. "We've got a new place ready for you in Hell's Kitchen. I'll take you there now.
Crystal and the people at the school are looking after the children, so you can rest easy."
Medusa smiled and nodded. "This is the first time we've ever received such a warm welcome in Hell's Kitchen. Thank you!"
JJ glanced at Hive, still trapped