Failure. That's the word that kept repeating in her mind ever since Steve died. She'd failed him, failed their daughter and failed the child she carried even now. She'd failed them, and the island community as a whole. She was supposed to keep everyone safe and instead they'd died.
It could not be allowed to happen again. If she had to kill every last invader to keep everyone safe that is what she would do.
"Steve?" She looked down from the top of the reaper she was cutting up. The thing was massive, even for her it would take several days to disassemble and dump in the deepest part of the ocean she could find. Perhaps Isabel could wish the hulks vanished, or transform them into something useful. But that was for later, right now it was confirming that Steve really was returned from the dead.