Mobius & Sharon
Mobius stumbled a little, when he was shoved - definitely not expecting that. "Sharon!" he grumble-gasped, and he wasn't about to leave her to deal with Dark Elves on a rampage by herself. Maybe he wasn't exactly trained as a fighter, but he could still jump in - he'd been using SHIELD's facilities to actually add some training though, and all of this made him realize that he really needed to get on the ball with it and work harder at honing those fight skills.
Yet the thought made his stomach twist uncomfortably - he just wasn't a fighter. He didn't want to be. However, the image of He Who Remains sitting behind a desk and laughing maniacally as he enjoyed his video game (the surprise Dark Elves! What fun!) definitely fueled him with enough rage to pretend he was a fighter.
So he jumped back in, swinging that fire poker hard. Sharon was hit and so was he, but at least neither of them were down and out. "As soon as we get through this pocket of annoyance, yeah, let's do that," he agreed, stabbing the fucker who had Sharon - right through the back. Ouch. That probably hurt.