Teddy didn't need to be told twice. He was staring after General Fury, fists clenched with anxiety, until the vision became the tinged, hazy blue of the familiar shield, and Billy had his full attention back. It was Hulkling that lumbered up into the air to find that it wasn't so much safer up there. Things splattered and bounced against the shield, making it shimmer and Hulkling impulsively wince and dart out of the line of fire until he had wandered a winding path into the thick of the horror. His appearance gave him an extra fraction of a second of reaction time from the rioting mutants, assuming he was one of their kind until they saw his uniform, too, then collectively turning on him with greedy snarls.
The mutant putting on his show-and-barbecue was still laughing, a low chuckle in his throat like he didn't even realize he was making the sound as Hulkling stumbled closer. It was only when Hulking roared, "HEY!" that he turned, that wicked gleam still in his eye flickering with confusion. Then it returned with some new fuel that was enough to make Hulkling hesitate in his surprise at the lunacy, barely hearing the final throat tearing scream that the burner's victim let out as the heat flared with his torturer's delight. Hulkling, entranced, didn't see what the mutant saw; another hurtling, intent on ramming, through the air towards Hulkling's shoulder.