Seeing Punchy run off to try to help someone else left Brainy plenty to ruminate on now. Fortunately, he had the tracks of consciousness to spare, so most of them focused on the task at hand - avoiding all damage without causing any.

As he grabbed the bag and ran off, taking distinct advantage of years of dodging lasers, atomic axes, and various zingy thingies, the one track still mulling the encounter over flipped through the possibilities, through all the possible answers to the question: "What kind of moronic teenager runs around at the beginning of a death match trying to save people?"

There really was only one viable answer.

Back when the Legionnaires were still in their teens, it was the same one he and every one of his team-mates could have found by looking in a mirror.