Marvel: My Sign-in System

"Go, go, go! Hurry up and leave!"

More than a dozen vehicles from the camp were dispatched, speeding toward the town. Several Quinjet fighter jets took off into the sky, their engines roaring.

Inside one of the black Chevrolet SUVs, Coulson sat in the passenger seat. From his headphones came the voice of Eagle Eye, Clint Barton:

"The situation in town doesn't look good. I can see those Asgardians fighting a giant metal monster, but it's not going well. That thing has some sort of energy beam emitter on its head, and the destruction it causes is incredible. Its defense is also off the charts. Asgardian weapons aren't having much effect on it."

Coulson frowned. "Clint, it doesn't seem like getting involved would do much good."

"I highly doubt thermal weapons will be effective against that thing."

"Then let's not waste our time. All agents, focus on evacuating the town's residents immediately. I've already instructed the agents stationed in the area to begin evacuation procedures," Coulson said decisively.

"Are we really not engaging?"

"Absolutely not. We won't make much of a difference in a fight like this. But backup is already on the way."

"Understood!"

With a deafening roar, one of the Quinjets tore through the sky, disappearing into the clouds.