[ He feels utterly useless, standing here ready to jump out of his skin, assigned rune holder while Wanda does all the real work. It isn’t that he doesn’t want to help; he desperately wants to help, but he finds himself lacking in any sort of useful skills. It feels like he’s been left in the dust by his fellowed Summoned. Even Steve has his whole baseball bat thing going on, and what does Eddie have? Jokes and music, and those only go so far.

Just like last time, those nasty whispers remind him, somehow knowing exactly which comments are really going to hurt the hardest. You didn’t really help then either, did you?

He reaches up to swat the voices away again, but Wanda takes his hand first. That gives him the ounce of courage he needs. He takes a deep breath and nods, reminding himself that this is fine. He’s not a lost cause. He’s still trying, and he can try even harder when this is all over. ]

Yeah, uh...not much. Just what they are, basically. Sorry, I know I’m about as useful as a one legged man in an ass-kicking competition here.