Really? This asshole wasn't even going to help her? Bobbi slumped forward onto her hands, biting back a grunt of pain as the hole in her back twisted and stretched, telling herself there had to be more than three options. She could do this alone if she had to, if Hammer really wanted to run off with Magneto and do his bidding. There was no way they wanted the same thing, if they wanted the same thing he wouldn't be fucking up their lab and ripping them from their work. If they wanted the same thing, he wouldn't be a known terrorist. Bobbi could hear the zombies getting closer and forced herself to her feet, stumbling from the mess Magneto had made, hand on her hip to keep upright as she limped after the terrorist and the self-serving egoist. Well, the lab was compromised. How much worse could it get?