Graviton

Graviton: A hand closes around Collision's ankle, and suddenly they're right-side-up again-- or rather hanging upside down. Collision: "Doctor Hall? Graviton?!" they exclaim, looking up at the man. "I'm a big fan!" Graviton: "You used my theories to build a machine that replicates my powers, didn't you?" Collision: "..." Collision casts a glance to the ground and then back up at Graviton, beginning to panic as the full extent of the situation starts to catch up to them. "Maybe?" Graviton: "Brilliant." Graviton remarks. "And annoying. I copyrighted my powers years ago." Collision: "Well, I figured since my gloves manipulate quarks and not gravitons, I could get around that?" they squeak. Graviton: "Cute, but no." The corner of Graviton's eyes crease as a thin smile begins to curl the corners of his mouth. "The technology is intriguing, however. So I'll be taking this glove, thank you." END_OF_DIALOG Graviton: "You do understand I still have my actual powers, yes?" Ms. Marvel: "We... were taking this one problem at a time?" Ms. Marvel replies. "The Avengers are already on their way, Graviton. We just arrived faster." Graviton: Graviton's feet lift from the floor, rising to leave.. His lips curl into a sneer as he turns, looking back at them before flying through the window. "Tch! What a monumental waste of time." Spider-Man: Spider-Man turns to Shuri. "Are... Are the Avengers really coming?" Shuri: "I relayed our plan to them and they agreed to let us handle the glove. They should intercept him in the next 60 seconds." END_OF_DIALOG