<hr/>Mark Milton on crowd control.<br/><hr/><br/>When the last car was put down, Mark paused in flight and turned his head. There was a problem with the hospital evacuation: there was no path. The traffic was gridlocked by abandoned cars left by panicked drivers. Then he looked over at the fight. The others would just have to handle it. They would have to be capable if they were to be part of the Avengers program. Moving at a speed that the naked eye could not likely perceive, Mark flew over the hospital and to the other side, clearing a path at speed. He lifted cars, trucks, and other abandoned vehicles with the ease of a child moving around coloured blocks, forming a central corridor for whatever emergency vehicles were tasked with taking the patients and hospital personnel out of the building to go to and from.<br/><br/>It was not so easy, though.<br/><br/>Mark had to pause as he heard an elderly man collapse and the sound of his heartbeat cease; the terror of the situation causing him to suffer a heart attack. The young alien flew to the old man, and carried him to a paramedic team waiting outside the police cordon. It was not ideal, because Mark had to fly all too slowly. The human body simply could not endure what Mark Milton could endure. Even as a babe in arms it would have taken a strong, dedicated man hours to bash Mark's skull in. Now . . . he could survive an atomic blast and SHIELD's best and brightest were hard pressed to find a way to destroy him (and they certainly worked at it: Mark knew very well the purpose to Project Eclipse). And so when he touched down and explained the situation to the paramedics in brief, Mark was relieved at the competency of the paramedics - who spared no time communicating to the alien, but went to work - and to be able to move at some speed again.<br/><br/>He had a path mostly cleared when the sound of breaking glass came to his ears. Mark focused upon it, and then frowned. Several men were discussing looting a convenience store and leaving the attendant. There was a single voice of reason, while two others said that they could take the contents of the cash register and various junk foods consequence free. One employed patently ludicrous legal reasoning with no basis in actual law, while the other proposed that others would soon take advantage of the situation to commit larger crime and their theft would be so petty as to be ignored. Mark found it depressing.<br/><br/>"You all need to clear the area." Mark said as he seemed to appear from thin air behind them. He hovered six feet off the air, arms crossed over his chest and a deep frown upon his face. To underscore that they ought to listen to him, Mark allowed his eyes to glow with the bright, violet energies of his flash vision. The three men took the hint and ran, spooked by the inhuman display and the unstated threat of total annihilation. Mark let the energy fade away and looked at the convenience store employee. He did not see any broken bones or internal bleeding, but did not possess sufficient medical knowledge to know whether moving him would be safe. Mark decided it was more prudent to move him, in case the battle with the Abomination caused sufficient collateral damage as to bring the structure down. It was not inconceivable - Mark had done worse in other places with less effort.<br/><br/>So he took to the air again, moving at what felt - to him - excruciating slowness made all the more vexing by the urgency of the situation.