"Hydra got to him." Her voice shakes, and she doesn't take her eyes from James, the monitors, and what the nurse is doing. "I was asleep, and they- we think they just sedated him, but if they sedated him, it means they want him alive." She grasps James' hand, moving aside only when the nurse needs to be where she is, but she doesn't let go of him.

"It's too dangerous to keep him here, so we're moving him. The most dangerous part will likely be during transport. I'm staying with him." For the first time, she looks up, eying them and sizing them up. "Thor, I need you to take the air. Clint, you too. Your eyes are too good to waste anywhere else. Steve, you're with me and James. Hydra doesn't get close enough to spit on him, understood?"

There's very little doubt that, should any of them opt out, she will fight them to an inch of her life, supersoldier, Norse god, world's greatest marksman, or no.