Agent Hill debates for a moment. “Coulson is up to something. May has been M.I.A since this whole thing went to Hell.”

“If we want to know what Coulson is up to then we have to play by his rules. I know the man well enough to know that.” Black Widow affirms, looking up at the hovering Globemaster.

“Fine then.” Tapping her ear piece to switch channels, Agent Hill speaks. “Coulson.”

“I’m here.”

“I know you have a plan. I want in.”

Aboard the Globemaster, Coulson is following the happenings on several monitors in his office.

“Good. I was waiting for you to get with the program. Call your people back. Have them set up and wait here.” Sending her the location via computer to her wrist mounted laptop.

After checking the new intel, Agent Hill is confused. “That’s out of the zone of activity. We’re wasted there.”

“No you aren’t. You’ll be waiting.” Coulson affirms.

“For what?”

“For the best case scenario of course.” Then Coulson cuts the line.

Inside the motel room, Agent May hears Coulson in her ear.

Phil “Agent May, if you’re gonna move, do it now.”

Melinda “What’s the status of Sh…”

She stops herself, out of consideration for Betty.

Melinda “Of Miss Walters?”

Phil “Big.  Green.  Angry.  Shielded off by ice, thanks to the X-Factor.”

Melinda “Don’t worry, Coulson.  They’ll be safe here with me until this is done.”

Phil “I trust you to get them out of there safely then.”

Agent May looks back at Betty and Sue.  For now, the two only console one another, doing their best to ignore the chaos outside.

Jen Walters is lost in her own body. A prisoner of anger. Somewhere inside the She-Hulk she struggles to make sense of everything. Who is this masked woman in the short green dress and trunks? Why is she talking to her? Where is Betty? Betty is all that matters now. She is everything. She is the only thing worth fighting for. Jen knows she has to fight for Betty. She has to protect her from her father. That hateful man. All those people hate them. They do not want them happy. Why can they not just let them be happy? Why can they not just go away? Just . . .