It hurt. There was growling in his head. The movement just made his head swim more--the knife biting into his first knuckle as he strained against straps, waking up in a hole because a little dirt fell in your face and seeing the shovel moving to bury you above--and sweat burst on his skin.

The straps on Alessa snapped. "SHUT UP!" She immediately swung her arm for the first time in decades, sending a molten fireball to the ground, right where the little faces where pressing upwards. The voices squealed and shrieked, but the faces were forced to retreat from the flames and the heat radiating off her glowing body.

The moment Tony got Bruce to the hall, he tried shoving Tony's arms off, suddenly gasping for air in shallow panicky breaths and screaming echoing in his head.