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Phil's laughter finally subsides, and he peers at the phone, picking it up and trying to approximate his downed opponent's voice.

"It's all fine. Just had to clear out some refuse. You'll get what's coming to you. Change in plans though. Gonna have to do a cash drop. Text me the time and place that works for you." He ends the call.

...okay, why did you just do that, Phil? You need to get this guy disarmed, tied, and call Captain America or something

You need to get away from all of this.

You need to get away.

You need to get all this stuff away.

There's some fumbling as Phil wrenches the mask free from Kingsley, holding it up at eye level.

"S'alright?" He chuckles, grin stretching his face again, as he shifts tones. "S'alright."

Later that night, there's a chorus of shrieking laughter and a putrid exhaust trail as Roderick Kingsley is dumped, gagged and bound, in front of 1 Police Plaza, as a manic figure streaks away through the sky.