Mark heard the chaos of the ensuing battle, but it did not make him waver in his purpose. When he finally arrived he waited only long enough for a paramedic to take the unconscious man, and then he was off again into the air. He focused upon clearing a path, even though he could hear wails for aid. The pleas touched Mark in a way that physical harm could not. It was an effort of will to ignore the erratic or fading heartbeats, but it was simply the case that he could not save them all. There was someone in the building that the Abomination had crashed into who was pinned beneath a heavy bookcase with at least one bone broken, but at the moment it was more pressing to get the path clear.<br/><br/>After precious time slipped away, it was done. The emergency response teams were coordinating the hospital evacuation; commandeered buses were taking away patients, equipment, and personnel. Mark watched, only for a moment, to see that his work had been done right. Seeing that it was, he flew over to the battlefield. He watched, with superhumanly keen eyes, the engagement between Colossus and Abomination. His great senses helped him to find Gamoran, hidden behind a car. The alien hovered in mid-air, waiting for an appropriate time to join the melee.