Stark grinned as the kiss broke just before the faceplate closed and he positively bolted into the sky toward the Hulk to get his attention. “Bruce!” he yelled, making him look skyward at Stark and letting Hawkeye roll to get out of the way. He made a mental note to try to come up with some sort of tranq arrows for the archer to use for the next time this happened.
People, everywhere, was /no one/ trying to get a handle on this situation? Screaming, running for their cars, as if a piece of metal and plastic was more important than their lives! Spotting blue lights, she dove for them, coming to a halt just above their heads. “You need to establish an exit route. Right now people don’t know where to go. I can get them calm, but you’ve got to give them instruction.”
“Who the hell are you?”
“You know me as Naienko. Id on the wings and /get moving/.” Tapping their urgency and panic, she dropped it off to a level that would let them think, wishing she didn’t have to, before she made a low level beeline for the biggest cluster of people blocked off by the Hulk.
That was going to be interesting. Splitting her attention two ways, she marked the minor part to keep her aloft, and concentrated on alchemising panic to decision, or at least lower panic. Oh, there would be payment for this later!
Tony kept the Hulk’s attention, letting the others regroup and letting Summer get to the people there, as he led Banner in circles. He let his faceplate slide back in hopes of generating recognition. “Bruce! Dr. Banner. It’s me, it’s Tony. C’mon man, what’s going on? What ha-!”—he dodged a big green, grabby hand—“Shit. What happened?”
The Hulk threw a motorcycle skyward, clipping Tony and making the suit sputter for a moment. “Hey now, no throwing toys, Banner!” He turned his head, catching sight of Natasha and Steve in plainclothes, like they’d been there before and hadn’t had a chance to change. “Rogers, Natasha, any clue what happened?”
Steve chimed in. “He was fine and then all of a sudden, this! We were just able to get him outside…”
Finally, the policemen and mall cops formed a line of flashlights and badges, guiding people away from the vehicular carnage. Summer spiraled back up into the sky, pulling a whirling mental scan of the whole area. Tony, rage, concern (Steve), no pain, no pain, shock! — someone trapped in an upsidedown car, cushioned in airbags.
“Fuck, I need a way to communicate with them while I’m airbourne,” she muttered through clenched teeth. She popped a fireball at the Hulk and shot across the parking lot to Tony. “Tony!”