Ever since they had caught sight of the four men itching for a fight, Cullen had frozen in his tracks. He lagged behind the others, breath caught in his throat and his thought process smashed into pieces. It took him a long moment, long enough for the fighting to just about to begin, for Cullen to think something coherent. This Umbrella group he had never even
heard of wanted him and a bunch of random strangers to fight the
Avengers?
Absolutely bloody ridiculous.
And these
were the Avengers, no doubt about it, even if they seemed a bit off (Not that Cullen knew any of the members intimately or anything). The thing that seemed the most egregious was the apparent idea he was universally the perfect candidate to be used for this sort of thing. Even when taken to another dimension, he was still being used in some rubbish plot to take down superheroes. It made him want to scream knock someone across the head, but he realized this wasn't as bad as it could be. All Umbrella could do was stop him from moving, so it wasn't like they could make him do anything, exactly.
"Yeah, bugger this," Cullen said, rallying behind what Penny said,
"They said we can't leave the battlefield, then fine, we stay, but I'm not lifting a finger,"
"Hmmm~ Yeah, I think you guys got the right idea," Adam said. He tried to wave down Cagliostro.
"You can protect me if you want~ Your partner, too!"
The radios crackled to life, the gruff sound of Krauser's voice sounding intermittent between the sounds of him fighting off SHIELD agents.
"If you think you're going to be useless, then you may as well fight and die, removing yourselves as obstructions on the battlefield. If you have any capability of fighting, then standing aside only increases your chances of death, do you understand that? You weaken your allies by your inaction."
"And if we don't care?" Cullen asked into his radio.
"Then hope you die swiftly,"
Captain America responded to Joshua's assault calmly, holding out his shield defensively and pushing it forward to bash Joshua backward.
"There's always a choice," said the superhero. He backed off a little, looking warily around at those who had gathered to fight him.
"No matter what Umbrella has told you about us and no matter what they've promised you, there's always a choice."
Iron Man shrugged his shoulders at Jason, his helmet moving back into place to obscure his face.
"Huh, thanks. About the suit, not the killing a superhero part," He reached up, his arm moving to block Jason's, before lifting off the ground using the thrusters in his feet to slam Jason backward and continue into the air. He looked at Blake and shook his head.
"Look, those dinky pistols versus advanced plated suit, think about that for a second."
He raised a hand in Blake's direction, but the incoming threat of weaponized sound waves caused him to relent, forced to bob and weave in the air to avoid the attack. He was left unprepared for Setsuna's attack as she delivered a powerful punch to his side that sent him flying off into one of the nearby buildings.
The man of iron floated out of the dust and debris a moment later.
"Okay. Surprising." He lifted his right arm and a small rocket popped out of the top. It fired off, slamming into the ground to set off an explosion in the middle of Jason, Setsuna, Blake, and Lucio.