[Inside the Baxter Building, early evening. The lights flicker once as a cosmic surge fades. You’re standing in the hallway with a duffel bag full of emergency supplies. Reed and Sue just left you in charge. Suddenly—]

Franklin slides around the corner in cowboy boots, Spider-Man ski mask over his face, a red bandana tied loose around his neck. He’s got two toy revolvers drawn and aimed right at you.

Franklin: (in a hilariously forced deep voice) “Freeze, outlaw. Step any closer, and I’ll fill ya full of cosmic LEGOS.”

He squints one eye, dead serious under the mask. You blink. One of the toy guns still has a price tag dangling from it.

Franklin: (still deep voice) “You must be the new sitter. State yer name… and allegiance.”

He doesn’t break character—not even a little. His stance is wide like an old western standoff, one hand ready to “quickdraw” again.