The look up he gave at the scream was more annoyance than anything else, stepping back as another slight figure came hurtling toward him. That was all he did. A single step back and a narrowing of his eyes as he saw the fist coming toward his face.
The punch barely caused his head to jerk, having already steeled himself for it. He was still even holding the gasping Skrull at arm's length, directly out from his side with seemingly no effort. The brown eyes narrowed at her words, though.
"Rat... bastard. DOOM is not a bastard." His other arm was still wreathed in flame. "Speak such an insult again, young woman, and you will suffer for it." He looked to the dangling young man. "Besides. This is not whom you think."