Sharon's lips pressed into a line when he said he would back her play. She didn't talk about it much back home, but she'd hated being Director of SHIELD. Sharon had always considered herself an agent first and foremost, or a mercenary, even an Avenger, but calling the shots at SHIELD had pushed even her code of morality.

But Phil wasn't familiar with the multiverse, nor did he seem familiar with the array of bad guys she had seen come and go and come again. Hell, in his universe, the Skull hasn't put in a single appearance in seventy years or so. She might not like it, but until Natasha came back online, Sharon's knowledge was useful. And there were some things she didn't want to report to someone else. Sharon could have kept her secrets anyway, but this would make it easier. And she could run ops. This... she could do this.

She nodded. "I'll do it for now." But she wouldn't like it. That much was obvious. Still, it was all the more reason to get home again, ASAP. "But I'll need your help." After all, Sharon had a tendency to be brash and wasn't always diplomatic.

"What can you tell me about your universe? Who's on the Avengers?"