I do not own Worm, nor do I own Marvel Comics.
Information Man Owen Reece looks down at the ceramic vistage of an angel with many wings; who seems to have folded over herself in a show of utter defeat. "Now who do you think you are?"
The creature does not respond.
"Ah, I see. Get out of here." The man snaps his fingers and it is as if the angel never was.
Those lesser beings watching onto this great battle stare on in shock, and no small amount of terror.
"What? What do you all want?"
The lesser beings say nothing.
"Well fine, than. I'm leaving."