Samantha's voice comes on over the comms sounding visibly annoyed, even for her. "The real evil in this world is Black Friday shoppers, not super villains."
"Guys, I need some assistance downtown. We've got a fire and a lot of people trapped inside. We've gotta get up and around emergency responders to get in. I can hear a lot of people inside, so I need all of you ASAP. I'm heading in. Keep in contact with me." Mitch sounds like he's running, and the sound of crashing debris is in the background. Police sirens are screaming.
"We might have a problem." Irv's voice sounds a bit shaky, though it's hard to tell if it's illness, a struggle for control, or both. "Seems I've taken sick, and the big fellow isn't pleased about it. I'm afraid he might..." A pause, some labored breathing. "I might need to be contained. I—" He cuts off abruptly.
Mitch's voice erupts over the comms, loud and full of background noise. His tone is serious and no-nonsense--this is big. "Avengers, I need you all to Assemble immediately! I've had JARVIS give you all coordinates. Get here quicker than your quickest. There are civilians in danger."