Sy
The jet was somber. Even though she'd managed to contain the danger that an out of control Hulk posed, the world was still outraged at the destruction they'd brought to the shipyard and the damages Tony and Ultron had caused to the outskirts of the city before the threat had finally been neutralized. The fear visions that the girl, Wanda Maximoff, had induced had crushed team morale. Steve could hardly stand to let her move out of arm's reach, and he kept glancing down at his compass, his longing painfully clear to her.
Sam was appraising them of the PR nightmare they'd found themselves caught up in. Not even SHIELD could help them at the moment, considering that the Avengers were essentially an independent trouble shooting team, the rebuilding counterintelligence organization was publicly distancing itself from them. Coulson was helping them under the table as best he could, but SHIELD was still on a short public leash, leaving the Director with her hands tied. Sy sat next to an upset Bruce, who was drenched in sweat as he tossed in his sleep. Whatever it was that Bruce saw had really shaken him. The what ifs were also torturing him.
"How's the team doing?" Sam asked. Sy glanced around the jet, knowing that Tony was noting the same blank expressions on everyone's faces.
"Everyone's... we took a hit. We'll shake it off." Tony admitted quietly. The white lie, and the desperation fueling it, left an acrid tang in Sy's mouth. Sam sighed.
"I hate to have to tell you this, but for now I'd stay in stealth mode; away from the tower. Loki and James are bad enough PR, but to have them plus the team after what just happened... I don't know man." Tony sighed, shaking his head.
"So run and hide?" He snapped. Sam shrugged.
"SHIELD is on the ground now, doing damage control, but the world needs some time. And until we find Ultron, I don't have anything else for you. Neither does Maria, err Director Hill." It was a sign of how bad things were that Tony didn't immediately leap on the presented opportunity. He just sighed, shaking his head.
"Neither do we." Tony hung up. Sy leaned her head onto Steve's shoulder, settling down to try and sleep. She was exhausted.
"Hey, you want to switch out?" Tony called to the front. The last thing Sy heard before she drifted off herself was Clint's assurance that he was taking them to a safehouse.
