Rescue is already in motion before the wind up begins. Her suit’s threat assessment had gone into overdrive the moment it detected the tensing of She-Hulk’s muscles. She times her flight to match the soldiers arch as he sails through the air. Knowing that if she just grabs him she will do more harm than good at this speed. She takes the time to match the angle of descent as he plummets towards the ground. Cradling him with the powerful arms of her suit and slowing their mutual fall with the repulsors in her boots. It is a slow descent and at the end, she rests the man on the ground safely. Calmly she hacks into the communications array of the military, informing them of their man’s location before heading back into the fray.

Meanwhile, things are not going so well for Iron Woman. She-Hulk bears down on her, ignoring the barrage of bullets the military is unleashing on her. Inside the armor, Stark puts the constant metallic pings of those same bullets hitting her out of her mind. There are bigger fish to fry, really bigger.

Nimbly she flies back out of She-Hulk’s reach. “I didn’t want it to go down like this Jen.” A double blast of repulsors sends She-Hulk flying back to land on top of a sedan parked outside the motel. Metal crumples like paper under the impact. The soldiers focus their fire on the car and the downed target.

General Ross commands his men from his vantage point inside an armored troop carrier just outside the battle zone. “Step up on the East flank. Secure any escape routes. Get those tanks ready to put her down if she gets back up.” Despite his own anger at the interference he is happy to take advantage of the distraction their presence provided.

At the back of the scene agent Hill barks orders to her team. “Widow. Mockingbird. Defuse this now. Non-lethal force.”

Without a word, Black Widow launches herself over the hood of a nearby Hummer, landing several quick kicks on the two soldiers standing beside it, taking them out of the fight. Before the driver of the Hummer can react, she spins, taking aim with her wrist-mounted stun darts. Two shots later and the driver is out of action, too. She moves off, locked onto her next prey.