With his focus and adrenaline, Bob barely registered that he had been shot, let alone that the shield stopped it. His mind had drifted to something else... some When else. He was remembering a lab, gunshots, his friends cries of pain and fear as they were mercilessly gunned down before his eyes. If the eyes of his mask could change colors with his moods, they would be glowing red. 

As the big man was distracted by shooting at the Grey Gadgeteer, Bob tossed the briefcase behind the couch with his companion as he bounced off the floor, aiming for the wall behind Bucur. Only to use and amplify his momentum to rocket off that wall and fly claws first, at the big man's legs. He was aiming to trip him and be able to have his momentum push him past to the other side before the man fell on him. But with his hate filled mind, his main objective was to drive his claws into the tendons in the back of the man's knees, ripping and tearing them as he went through.