Invisible Woman “Take my hand.”

Sue Storm a.k.a. Invisible Woman appears momentarily, reaching her hand out to May.

Melinda “You need to stay invisible!”

Sue “So do you!”

She grabs Agent May’s hand and suddenly both disappear literally among the crowd of chaos.

Chaos. Soldiers are trained to fight. Geared to confront the enemy and not only survive, but win. Rigid discipline and training produce warriors that thrive on the battlefield. Chains of command ensure that each soldier knows their place and functions within their given role perfectly. A well oiled machine as it were. All that went to Hell when a towering green skinnned woman in tight stretched purple sweats and a ripped white shirt started waving one of their own around like a rag doll.

“Hold your fire damn it! She’s got one of ours!” comes the call from amid the amassed soldiers.

She-Hulk strides from the gaping hole where a door used to be, the man in her clutches sagging as she drags him along the ground behind her by his face. It is unclear what condition he is in. Iron Woman keeps her target locked, but opts for words first. Her helmet broadcasts her voice like a megaphone. “Jen you need to calm down. Let him go. This doesn’t have to get ugly.”

Her beautiful features twisted by anger, Jen Walters bares her teeth with a snarl. Lifting the limp body in her grip aloft, looking at it as if she does not know what it is at first. “Him? He came to take Betty from me! All of you did! Leave us alone!” Her anger is growing.

In Stark’s ear, Potts is worried. “This isn’t working.”

“Not true. I just want to talk. I need to talk to you Jen. We can just talk. You know you can trust me.”

She-Hulk shakes her head, grunting as she looks around at all the guns aimed at her. The sight of a wall of ice does not even register as out of place to her now. Her mind is working on a lower level. A simpler one. There are things that upset her and things that do not. Everything but Betty upsets her now. “No! Go away! All of you go away!” To punctuate her words, the green woman hurls the limp soldier into the air like an afterthought.