Brunhilde braced herself to handle the brute when a familiar shade of green landed between the two. Hulk had arrived, and was itching for a brawl. She turned to deal with robotic enemy instead, a cloud of wind and Pietro circling it. When the other began to... have some sort of metallic leprosy, she was mildly revolted. He had to kept distracted from the more vulnerable people around, from Wanda and Pietro, the civilians and troopers, and that'd be her task. Drawing her sword, she breathed slowly and waited for the attack.