It had taken time for Timber Wolf to heal up enough to regain consciousness. After a tense argument with the president in her panic room, he'd finally returned to join into the fray.

He definitely looked worse for wear, the front of his shirt was all charred and nearly burned away and he could barely stay on his feet.

When he saw that there were no dead civilians on the floor and that Proton and Neutron were already in custody, he grinned.

"Well, I'll be sprocked. You did that all on your own, didn't you. Brings a tear to my eye," he joked. "You rookies are just growin' up too fast."

He leaned against one of the pylons.

"Sorry you had to solo it. Pretty sure I had to regrow some organs. Didn't regain consciousness til' a few minutes ago."