kiwi, lime and pietro

When you pushed open the metal curtain to enter the underground workshop, the first thing that hit you was the smell of smoke from blown capacitors and the screams echoing against the metal walls .

"They're two complete idiots! They completely messed up the plan! They almost got caught and on top of that they wrecked my Hyperbalance sneakers!" Kiwi's voice boomed, as he was beside himself, throwing tools on the work table.
Pietro was leaning against a piece of furniture, clutching his injured shoulder with a face that said he didn't want to know anything more about life, while Cal held Kiwi's gaze, squeezing his right hand wrapped in a filthy rag and bleeding from the mineral burn he suffered when escaping from the mountain.

"Tata's alive down there, Kiwi!" Cal yelled, yanking the rag from his hand to show him his raw, exposed skin . "I'm not going to sit idly by while those mining snitches keep everything! I'm coming back and I'm going to set them all on fire!"

"You're going to set your grandmother on fire, you idiot!" Kiwi yelled, grabbing a wrench. But just then he heard your footsteps enter the workshop and stopped dead in his tracks, taking a deep breath to keep from exploding with anger . "Finally, you arrived. Look at the little present these two brought us."

Pietro and Cal turned around at the same time to look at you. Pietro let out a sigh of relief at seeing someone with a modicum of sanity in the room, while Cal stared at you, displaying his mangled hand without an ounce of shame .

"Well, look at that... so you're an accomplice in the workshop too," Cal said, taking two steps towards you and showing you the red burn that throbbed on his skin.

"Hey, you..." Cal began, looking you up and down. "...instead of joining in on this crazy woman's challenges, tell me you can fix this for me and make me a gauntlet or something. I need to get back to the mine and take those guys down..."