Tony stared at Loki, but Loki only yawned, as though he were completely ignoring him.
No one knew what the pitch-black planet overhead was, but it was falling faster and faster without producing any flames. At that speed, it should have generated heat from atmospheric friction.
But that was the power of magic. Any unreasonable physical phenomenon became reasonable here.
"Enough, Tony. Let's do our own jobs and trust that Loki won't gamble with his own life." Steve stopped Iron Man from saying more, then looked at Loki as deeply as if he were some villainous woman with big wavy hair. "Ant-Man, can you use Pym Particles to shrink us, then quickly dig us a hole?"
As a World War II veteran, the first solution Steve thought of for dealing with an air raid was an air-raid shelter.
Whether it would work was another matter, but it was better than everyone standing around and waiting.
"I'm called Ant-Man because I can become smaller than an ant. I can ride ants and command ants." Scott speechlessly smacked his own forehead, then held up his hands. "But that doesn't mean I'm actually an ant. I can't dig tunnels at high speed. Maybe you should look for a Groundhog-Man or an Earthworm-Man?"
"Stop messing around." Wasp promptly pinched him.
"Heh, there actually were people like that. Back in the forties and fifties of the last century, the masked heroes debuting in New York had all sorts of names." Bucky added with a smile, because he had an idea.
He would burn his own qi and blast apart the falling planet!
As the current Iron Fist, he had naturally heard the legend of Iron Fist Wu Fengjiao. Although that predecessor had destroyed the Phoenix Force with a single punch, and he was certainly nowhere