When no one else came up to be hit, she stood in the mess of unconscious Skrulls and damage and just listened to the racing pulse in her ears. Agents popped up like daisies around the scene and she looked back at them defiantly. She had had enough of being the kicked dog around them, and their mixed expressions of fear and disgust stirred the simmering anger back up in her. They wanted to point the finger at her for the invasion, or treat her like some untouchable, or act like she had gone rabid and out of control. Well screw them, all of them, she decided and turned her back on them to walk off. If I'm so fucking damaged, then don't bother looking to me to save your asses.
Steve called to her and she looked at him. He was holding his side, from the shot. "You going to make it?"