"Fucking Skrulls," Jessica growled under breath and rubbed her forehead. How the fuck did Zola squirrel away enough tech from the Skrulls and without SWORD knowing? The two men started their chest-off at each other and Steve looked at her. She got the signal, reaching to Clint's elbow to gently steer him away from the broody newcomer. "Okay, you two can glower at each other once we're in the air and heading to get Nats, alright? Let's be productive about this."