You were at that meeting at my place after shit went down. So I demand to tell you that we're already working out our scientific kinks, and if Captain America says we move out? We move out. All of us. To Wakanda. Where the battle ended in the flipverse, but I wasn't at because we were too busy getting our asses kicked on another planet.
Glad we had this chat. Now I have a big bottle of scotch, a tiny guy named Scott, and some weird science to go play with.