The air beneath the nuclear power plant was suffocatingly still.
The second golden-orange sparks tore open the alloy dome, every scale on his body stood on end. A portal, Lucian, and those Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D. who had died and come back to life. They were all here. How they had arrived no longer mattered. If he did not run now, he would end up staying here just like that stone statue.
Gravik kicked off hard, launching himself toward the secret escape passage behind him.
Gravik's Super-Skrull form
Lucian watched from the edge of the portal.
Running?
In this sealed control room, a lizard scurrying on two legs wanted to slip away right under a speedster's nose? Lucian found it laughable. Apparently, these alien bastards were not just arrogant. Their brains really did not work very well, either.
A silvery-white blur shot straight after him with a rush of wind.
"Did I fucking say you could move?!"
Pietro finally found an outlet for all his pent-up frustration. He gave Gravik no chance to approach the passage door. Taking one stride, he left five or six afterimages in the air and cut off his escape.
Smack!
A vicious slap landed squarely across Gravik's face.
The slap cracked through the spacious underground base. Gravik spun sideways through half a turn in midair, three molars flying out with thick blood.
Before he could land, Pietro swung his hand back and delivered another open-handed slap!
Smack!
Gravik's head snapped to the other side. His nasal bone collapsed with a crack, and a huge purple welt visibly swelled across his face.
"Running? Keep fucking running!" Pietro grew more fired up with every blow, spittle flying faster than his hands. "Weren't you acting tough back at that underground base? Putting on a big shot act for our