Disclaimer: I don't own Runaways.
First thought: OW. Second thought: systems at 13% of full capacity. Emergency procedures activated. (Not really a thought, but whatever, it counts, he's not really a person)
Victor collapses weakly against the 'Frog's metal hull as those not-metal-bullet-missile-things tear into his flesh and circuitry. His foot twitches, hand spasms, eye rolls furiously in it's socket, but he can't move, can't move, and he knows any second now physics are going to kick in and the world is going to slide away and he's going to fall and be dashed to pieces on the city below, so badly damaged that Ultron probably couldn't screw him back together again. They'll be picking bolts out of the gutters for months.
The familiar scrape of metal on metal hits his badly damaged but, unluckily, still functioning ears, and he realizes this is it; this is doomsday, Armageddon, apocalypse, whatever; this is the end of Victor Mancha.
He wonders if he should pray or something. He's been hardwired to be devoutly spiritual, a fact which both pleases and repulses him; the former because it feels like a piece of his mother, because it's something she actually believed in, and the latter because it's yet another weakness, another faulty blueprint, and it can be used against him. Chase proved that, with his impossible, illogical questions. And then Molly, sweet and naive and absolutely perfect at things like this, Molly got the answer. So maybe religion isn't so bad after all.
Regardless of his newfound verve for spirituality, he's still sliding down the 'Frog, and his systems are still too badly damaged to do much about it besides twitch a little. That's fixed, though, when stringy arms wrap around his torso and haul him back.
His brain is running a mile a minute, trying to figure out who's got hold of him - enemy or ally? Not Molly, definitely - she'd be strong enough, but the others would never let her out on her own for this. Not Nico, either, or Karolina, because both of them are too thin, and he'd be able to feel their bony elbows digging into him if it were either. Not an enemy, because he feels flesh and blood, and the enemy are all wearing those mechanical suits. Not Xavin - whoever's got him doesn't have Xavin's distinctly... foreign smell, like chemicals and stars.
Which leaves one option, and one question. Why is Chase of all people helping him?
Sure, they've been getting along better lately, but still. Why's he risking life and limb to climb up and rescue Victor's sorry ass? Chase grunts with the effort, though, and doesn't let go.
Soon he's dragged through the cockpit and collapses onto the ground, and the girls are fluttering around him, Karolina frantically grabbing the nuts and bolts he's shedding, Nico hunting for something sharp enough to make her bleed, Molly grabbing his broken hand and shrieking in his ear and telling him that he'd better be okay, or she's going to get him later, and even Xavin manages to stir up an expression of anxiety, mostly for Karolina's sake. Chase scowls, rummages through his tools, and Old Lace sniffs his jerky leg warily.
But for now, at least, he's alive.
And it's wonderful.