Loki watched her collapse with wide eyes, not even thinking in time to catch her. He winced, looked around. "Oh, Maxine, I am so not the hero type!" he protested. Quite truthfully. But he pulled out his phone and dialed for an uber driver. He was much shorter, but he was more than strong enough to pull Maxine awkwardly to the shade and benches. There he pulled her up to lay down on them.
"We should just leave her," Ikol protest. "Leave here."
"This is why you didn't have any real allies, Ikol," Loki murmured, sitting on the ground by the bench to wait for the driver. "This is now my friend. She likes books and science, sewing and coloring, and baking cookies, and she is not someone we leave on the Latverian Embassy steps, no matter if Doom were trying to kill us now or not. Which he is thankfully not."
Ikol's black and white feathers bristled, but he said nothing further. After all, his master couldn't lie right now. Maxine was an honored friend, just like that.