The team watched as the Fantastic Four were quickly surrounded by reporters, Mr Fantastic taking an impromptu press conference.
"And again with the sweeping in and saving the day, taking all the credit for our hard work," said Speedball, bouncing to a stop next to Nova. "I can't believe you called them."
Night Thrasher grunted unhappily and glared at Nova.
Firestar bit her lip. "Well, we were getting our butts handed to us by Terrax. Vance is hurt."
"No, we were doing okay, Red," growled Nita, crossing her arms. "We would've caught our second wind, oh, I don't know, anytime just before they arrived."
Marvel Boy pointed to the now empty sky and winced as his cracked ribs caught. "Silver-- Surfer," he said, gasping for breath, eyes still wide and vaguely fanboyish.
"Put your arm down, Supertights. And stop drooling, you're embarrassing us," muttered Nova.