After that little interaction, I figured silence was probably going to be the best course of action for the rest of our walk to the National Gallery.
Strangely enough, Wildthing actually seemed to relax a little bit as the silence went on.
She lost some of the tightness in her walk and almost seemed… happy…
Well, as happy as a seven-foot-tall monster with prehensile tails could look happy, anyway.
In time we reached the meeting point, and as expected there was a group of villains already there waiting to meet with us.
First and foremost, the scariest of the lot, Paramount was there among the group.
As expected from the so-called master of magnetism, his outfit once again consisted of a series of metal plates that floated just above the surface of his body, though this time it was much more angular and fitted than before.