POW! Blood flowed liberally off of Speed's nose as he buckled back from the blow to the face and struck the back wall. He then sank to the floor. Slight Nausea settled in. Delirious through the pain, Thomas looked up suddenly and through blurred vision spotted the long barrel of a gun. This was all, of course courtesy of Nick Fury. The General stood by with a look that could kill.
Yet still he found his shaky eyes wandering to that of his mothers. His mother's eyes! He must of looked like Pietro would have as a kiddo. "Get.. getaway!" Laying there helpless and mortified, all he could think of was to run! And that was exactly what he did. His body was propelled into action, and Tommy took off. He dashed away in a hurry and just seemed to disappear right out of thin air. He pushed himself to his limit, maneuvering around the endless Iron Men so that he could escape.
Appearing outside by the New York harbor, Speed quickly dialed the number to the one person he thought could help him. He listened on as the phone rang twice. The other line picked up and Thomas Shepard spoke into his cell before falling down in sweat. "Grandfather, I need help."