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Grease streaked his vision as he dragged a filthy sleeve across the mask's lens. The Bug sat in the hangar's gloom, a silhouette of crumpled metal and soot. He made a slow circuit, the sigh that left him thick with frustration. "Naturally. Right on schedule," he muttered, dropping into a crouch, the wrench already in his hand. His fingers moved with a mechanic's certainty, prying at a warped panel while his mind raced ahead—redesigns, reinforcements, entirely new systems. The ghost of Max's voice chided him for overengineering. "Simple is for amateurs," he grunted back, putting his weight into a stubborn bolt. "I didn't become the Blue Beetle to play it safe." He straightened, joints protesting. The vast, silent hangar pressed in on him. His gaze lifted past the broken ship, through the…