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Moment of Awesome - Bobby Drake|Iceman: With nanites invading the labs, Bobby joins forces with Matt Murdock, Natasha Romanoff and Monica Rambeau to freeze them in their tracks. "Ok, can we fry what's inside here and then, like, lock the door, keep whatever's left trapped inside?" At the very least it'd buy them some time, perhaps. Bobby didn't know much about these things but he was guessing it wouldn't be as easy as simply shutting a door. "I can try and freeze it as solid as possible if that'd help." It was all he could think of at the moment. "When in doubt, try everything," Nica said at last. "Matt, grab that fire axe over there and start chopping. Natasha and I will work on frying circuits as you separate the pieces, and Bobby can freeze everything at the end. Hopefully that ought to do it." This was going....to be destructive. Hefting the axe, Matt grinned, "Bustin' makes me feel good," he murmured, turning and opening a hole in the wall so the nanite things could pour out so they could get fried and frozen. Maybe they needed popcorn shrimp after this? Something about this made him think of popcorn shrimp. Maybe he was just hungry? "Think I have a future in construction?" Natasha scanned the room while Matt was hacking and spotted one of several fire extinguishers scattered throughout the room. She raced over to grab two from their slots then placed herself in a position with clear aim at the haphazard hole being carved into the wall. "Maybe, but you won't win any design competitions." As the nanites began pouring out, she scattered a few Bites within reach of the wall for Nica to use as an electrical spark and sprayed the fire extinguisher at the ones headed toward them in hopes they'd end up frozen or at least stunned. "We have a few tanks of liquid nitrogen in the back if someone wants to grab them!" "Don't worry about the liquid nitrogen, I've got this," Bobby said. He raised both arms and closed his eyes, drawing in his energy before letting it flow out of him, quickening the stream to a torrent and then an all-out avalanche of cold. He hadn't drained himself like this in some time, and he fought to drop the temperature as low as he could, covering every inch of the room in ice that grew whiter and thicker before their eyes. It looked like it was working, but he couldn't tell from the snow and ice flying through the air. It would slow them down at least.