Excelsior!

I don't see him at first. I'm too busy punching a Skrull in the face to see much of anything beyond green skin and the remains of what I think was meant to be an Iron Fist costume once upon a time. It's only when the Skrull falls to the ground that I spot Nate some fifty feet away.

I'm running before I even realize I'm running, and I shoot a rocket arrow through the crowd to temporarily clear the way. It detonates upon impact further down the street, hopefully taking out a few Skrulls along with it.

Skidding into a stop in front of him, still armed to the teeth and slightly breathless, I grab Nate by the arm. I can only imagine what I look like right now -- cut and bruised and splattered with blood -- but I'm too high on adrenaline to feel anything but relief at seeing he's alive and generally unharmed. Now to keep him that way.

"We need to get you out of here."