MIDTOWN: Doug Ramsey & X-23 & Steve & Open
A sharp gasp came out of Doug. He was completely useless here; the girl was clearly too caught up in whatever it was that made her think she needed to kill to listen to what he had to say. He was wasting his breath and only serving to distract the man. At times like this he wished he had better powers. Not that he thought shooting at her with lasers from his eyes would make anything better, but at least he wouldn't feel as useless as he did right now.
All the possible powers in the universes and he was only good at talking. And he wasn't doing a good job with that right now.
He hurried over to the man and was relieved that the man was all right. For now. No one was hurt too badly, but that could easily change in seconds if they didn't mitigate the tension. It was obvious she wasn't going to walk away, and them walking away wasn't a viable option either.
So what was he to do? More talking. Buy time. Give her a chance to breath and think.
He extended an arm out, as if to bar the man from going after the girl again, and drew a heavy breath. One of them had to be calm here. It might as well be him.
"I think we've made it clear we aren't here to cause you any harm. I - I don't have a clue what's going on here. I can't remember anything before waking up here and meeting you two, so I really have no reason to hurt you. What would you like to do? Would killing me make you feel better? Safer?" He raised both hands up in a surrender gesture (his injured arm stinging as he did so.) "... I have nothing special up my sleeves. No super agility. No super strength like you two... but take a look around... I hate to say this but... I'm pretty sure I'm the least of your worries."