Helen slowly peeks around the corner, always one to proceed with caution, unlike some people. It appears she has found the containment room, but the scene unfolding before her eyes is very different from the one she'd witnessed on the security cam.

"They're alive?" she hears Bob mutter. And then he's grabbing a coughing, gasping blonde woman, holding her tight in his arms with relief written all over his face.

But that's not right; he should be hugging Helen.

With a sinking feeling of inadequacy, half of her realizes that this gorgeous woman is the source of the single white-blonde hair that she found on Bob's suit. That her silky voice is the one Helen overheard on the phone, that she is the person Bob has been spending his days with, away from their home, away from the kids, away from Helen-

This platinum-haired woman, who has hard angles and straight lines in all of the places Helen has curves, and even from the side, a face that could probably get her on the cover of a magazine without the help of a mask and superpowers.

For the first time in her life, Helen feels herself shrinking, rather than the other way around.

The other half of her understands that this woman is working for the enemy, and so could simply be a pawn, and at least part of the reason Bob is in trouble...or was, rather. He's not looking very imprisoned at the moment. (She's glad to see he's in one piece, because when she murders him later, she wants it to be a fair fight.)

Helen steps into the doorway of the room, the clack of her high-heeled boots on the polished floor giving her away.

The blonde gasps, yanking away from Bob. "Helen?" he yelps, and the woman in question knows she must have rage written all over face.

To her credit, the stranger looks flustered. She smooths down her skirt suit, stammering, "Hello. You must be Mrs. Incre-"

THWACK.

The stick woman goes down quickly thanks to Helen's well-placed punch, even from fifty feet away, and she gives a snort of satisfaction. Too easy.

Unfortunately, Bob grabs Helen's gloved fist in his palm before she can take another swing, and the action brings her this muchcloser to exploding in anger at him.

"She was helping me to escape," are the first words out of Bob's mouth, and Helen narrows her eyes.

"No, that's what I was doing," she grounds out, noting that he still has an expert hold on her extended arm, and very much wishing that he would release her.

He starts to rein her in, a trick that she should have seen coming.

"Let go of me!" Helen yells, "Let go, you lousy, lying, unfaithful creep-!"

He's silenced her with a kiss, which is just so unfair, because that means he isn't listening to her at all, and even if he wasn't shacking up with that beautiful blonde, he still lied about getting fired...

...But also, he's kissing her deeply, as deeply as if she's the love of his life and he'd thought her dead, or something, kissing her like he had in the old days, back when they risked their lives fighting the forces of evil day in and day out, and there was never a guarantee of a tomorrow...

Bob pulls away, and when she looks in his shockingly blue eyes, the rational part of Helen recalls that her husband had been gazing at the other woman with gratitude, not lust. It's enough to calm her down slightly. Still, if only he weren't so stupid sometimes, then they wouldn't even be in this mess right now.

"How could I betray the perfect woman?" Bob says, deep voice like honey, and Helen is torn between wanting to punch him with all of her limbs and to kiss him again.

Instead, she manages to summon the appropriate amount of ire.

"Oh, you're referring to me now?" Helen retorts, splaying one hand against her chest.

He ignores this. "Where are the kids?"

Before Helen can answer that, oh, they're hidden in a cave somewhere on the island, because again, their father is an idiot, the blonde pipes up from her place on the floor.

"They might've triggered the alert," she tells the couple.

Helen's eyes widen beneath her mask at this new information. "What?!"

"Security's been sent into the jungle. You better get going," the woman urges.

"Now our kids are in danger?!" Helen exclaims, already racing to the door.

"If you suspected danger, why'd you bring them?" Bob accuses, keeping the pace with his wife, both of them leaving the woman in their dust.

For God's sake. "I didn't bring 'em, they stowed away," Helen yells, her anger bubbling over, "And I don't think you're striking the proper tone here!"

Seriously, she is so going to kill this man once they get out of here. That is, if something else doesn't kill them all first.