Her eyes widened when she saw the figures step into the open, and she instinctively moved closer to James. She was gladder than ever that Clint had lent her a gun, and she turned off the safety without a second thought. Her expression turned shrewd as she watched the figures, sizing them up. She'd sparred with James for ages, and before her bout with Salazar, she'd been able to prop him up to some degree. She's weakened, but if it came to a fight, well. She knew how James fought. Knew they had likely had the same training. And Sharon wouldn't fight clean. Not with James' freedom, possibly his life, on the line.

At Steve's orders, she gave a brief nod. Or retrievers, as the case suggested. She lifted the gun and set her sights on one of the assassins. The gun slowly aimed from head to toe, looking for weak spots in the armor. Joints. Throat. Face. Not impossible. "Come on, Clint."

She set her free hand on Thor's elbow, signalling him that she was ready to move out.