Sharon bites her lip as Tony takes off, but Steve's orders stop her from chasing after him right away. Instead, she stands there, studying Steve's features. For a moment, just a moment, he had sounded like her Steve, but she knows that isn't possible. Still, she can't help but try to find some semblance of her Steve in his face. And that's just the problem, isn't it? He looks the same.

She barely refrains herself from rolling her eyes when Loki attempts his pleasantries. As if she would ever trust those. As if she would ever trust him. She had never dealt with Loki directly before back home, but she's determined not to fall for any of his tricks. Or at least, to fall for as few of them as possible.

She lets him breeze past and checks to make sure she has time to catch up before turning to Phil. "I suggest keeping Barton in the lighthouse to keep an eye on the captain. If there are problems, keep me in the loop." But he doesn't have to tell her immediately; Coulson can handle himself under pressure.

Without looking at Steve again - if something goes wrong in the woods, she doesn't want her lover's face to be the last thing she sees, particularly since it isn't even her Steve - she jogs to catch up with the others. As she passes Loki, she merely nods her head. "Loki."

She doesn't slow until she's caught up to Tony. "We're sparring when we get back so I can gauge where you are without the suit." She manages a weak grin. "If you're really good, as good as I hope you are, I'll even find a way to make up the ass-kicking to you. Or are you afraid of the possibility of a girl handing you your ass, Mr. Stark?"