"I'm sure we can get the world to not catch on fire long enough for that to ever happen!" she called back as he loped off to his own mischief and trouble. She sighed and rubbed her head. "A break. Right. And come back to Nazi-Won-Alternate-Reality? One tire fire at a time." Handle Strucker's digs, interrogate his kids, find Castle and tell him to knock it off, go home long enough to remember what sleep felt like and Steve looked like. He was still blond, right?