Captain America (speaking to the others): Okay then, when I say “go,” we all go together, except Whizzer. You count to ten and then start running to catch up.
Namor: So the rest of us aren’t left behind, right, once he starts running?
Captain America: Correct.
Human Torch: What about us flying guys? We can fly a lot faster than you can run, Cap. We’d leave you behind too.
Captain America: Noted. Okay, new orders: When I say go, I’ll start running alone, while the rest of you, meaning those who fly, count to five. Then you start flying. In the meantime, Whizzer counts to fifteen before he starts running. At some vital moment, even if it’s only for the briefest of instances, we’ll all be more or less at the same place, charging forward heroically, for the best possible cover.
Whizzer: Assuming the cover artist can draw fast enough.
Captain America: He has a high-speed camera, to take a snap for reference.
Whizzer: “High speed?” Compared to me? Okay, Cap, don’t look at me like that. I won’t run full out. I’ll jog, or maybe even trot. Something like a fast mosey. If he’s really on the ball, the kid will get the shot he needs.
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