It was about time to accept this entire mission was FUBAR the moment Fury showed up, which was not just a little bit disappointing because they should have reasonably made an alright team. They should have been, after all, a combined one and a quarter of a really spectacular, three-eyed agent. It might have been reasonable at this point to accept that the one calling herself after a bird and wearing stupid goggles might have contributed negatively to that agent's spectacularness. She was going to have to accept it eventually. In a way, she was glad Fury was here to help with the clean up. Otherwise, she would have ended up under that wall and really dead in freaking Belgium.
Bobbi stared after him as he flung himself back toward the car, astonished but not too overwhelmed to gather her wits and get herself to her knees, checking for life-threatening or immobilizing damage in the second she had to-- sort of herself. The fireworks had drawn a crowd and the neighbourhood was slowly making its way to a fixed point to take a peek at all this ruckus by the time the General returned with the GPS and asked Bobbi that bonehead question. "What are you asking me for?" she demanded, "Let's see how well you do taking point, Commandant." Not that, as far as Bobbi could see, there were a whole lot of options, but being in charge of the finer points had gotten them blown up and taken down two buildings. A change in perspective might save them some bruises.