Bee had already had second thoughts about his plan upon the start of his flight. Truthfully, he'd expected to be thrown like a ball, like when Wolverine and Colossus did it. Never mind the fact he couldn't control his trajectory, and he was doing a weird sideways spin. The man's mind briefly flashed back to all the times his dad threw him into the ocean.
"Oh! Maybe I can use my sword like a stabilize-WHOOF" Bee was interrupted as a small, icy weight crashed into his stomach with enough force to send them both the opposite way. He instinctively hugged it, thinking perhaps he could turn around in air, and use it to cushion his blow. Unfortunately, Bee had zero air control, and slammed onto his back on the ledge he'd started on, sliding several dozen yards. He let out a groan as his arms slumped to the side.
"That better have been an ice pack that slammed into me." he mumbled, looking down towards his chest. A small, blue girl was there, instead of the magic cannonball he'd expected.

"Oh my god.... Guys? I found a kid here."