Maria Hill and Betsy & America
Just when things seemed to be getting calmed down, well... That was what anyone got for expecting things to be calm in a dystopian setting. The initial boom didn't wake America, but the feeling of high speed force pressing her down against the interior of the pod - a feeling she wasn't unfamiliar with as her flights sometimes had similar impact on her body depending on their speeds - caused a groggy feeling to flood into her consciousness. The second boom startled her into being fully awake, hurting her ears with a flash of disorienting noise, and with the startled waking came fear. A split second after the fear, anger seeped into ever fiber of her core.
As the pod flew though the air, angled to crash violently into the ground, America let out a growl of anger before ripping free of the restraints within the pod and slamming a fist into the door. It dented, and clearly she hadn't hit it hard enough. Another punch and as the pod cascading though the air rocked as it's door flew off, flipping through the air and America pulled herself free from the pod. Flying out at an angle - as to not get hit by the pod - but shifted mid-air to catch the pod before bringing herself, and the held pod down to the ground.
With a frown, the pod was dropped off to one side (making an appropriately loud 'thud') and America shifted to crack her knuckles with eyes narrowed. Someone was going to pay for this bullshit, whatever the fuck this was, and NOW. She was going to find some answers even if she had to beat them out of someone. Thankfully, it would seem that the chance to get answers wouldn't be far off as two women were within view.
"Which one of you is gonna tell me who's head I'm taking off?"