He hears it, too. These things have been doing that, even as they've tried to kill them. It's like they want to kill but also want to die and are willing to give people the knowledge to put them out of their misery. The problem? Rich hasn't heard a lullaby in ages.

"Don't look at me. I can't carry a tune in a bucket and I haven't been around kids for years," he says, blasting one of them, but it just reforms.

Lullabies just haven't been something he's needed in his mental rolodex for a while so it's hard shifting gears from the combat that's been his entire life since Xandar fell...to whimsy. God, can he even remember the ones his mom sang him? There are plenty of common ones that he probably knows, that are on TV all the time, but it's not like he's used to mentally going there that often.

"I'm many things," a soldier, a cop, a superhero, "but one thing I'm not is the singing star of 'Happy Funtime Gymboree.'"