In a corner of the underground warehouse and archive room, four old men in blue S.H.I.E.L.D. work uniforms cowered behind the shelves, clutching their heads and trembling. They were the castoffs left over after the radicals had made their selections.
Lucian raised a hand and grasped at empty air.
Vast telekinesis formed several invisible hands in midair, forcing their way through concrete floors and steel reinforcement.
Boom!
The shelves were hurled aside by the gale of telekinetic force. Before the four Skrulls could react, an invisible force seized them tightly by the neck and lifted them into the air like chicks.
"Ah! Let me go!"
"Help! We're under attack!"
Their screams had barely squeezed out of their throats before Lucian forcibly choked them back with psychic power.
The telekinesis contracted, binding the four green-skinned aliens into a bundle as though with invisible ropes. They were dragged through corridors and stairwells to hover behind Lucian, unable to move an inch.
Since you Skrulls love capturing scientists and studying other people's DNA so much, don't blame me for taking you back to slice you up, too.
Dragging the four Skrulls, whose severe injuries left them unable to maintain their disguises, Lucian walked unhurriedly onto the suspended walkway in the building's atrium.
The agents around him finally reacted.
"Drop your weapons!"
"Stay where you are!"
The infrared sights of dozens of assault rifles settled on him in unison, but not one person dared actually pull the trigger. Everyone's fingers were trembling. The terrifying power that had immobilized everyone in the entire building at once had already scared them out of their wits.
Steve, Natasha, and Barton also hurried to the other side of the walkway.
At the sight of the four strange green humanoids floating behind Lucian, Steve's eyes abruptly narrowed. "Lucian! What