Never has Sharon regretted learning so few languages more. What disturbs her more, however, is how Tony and Loki seem to be flirting. She's accustomed to people doing so in stressful situations - God knew Sharon had seen it enough - but... between Tony and Loki?

As much as she wants to talk to Tony about his standards, this really isn't the time. It doesn't help that he had reached out for her, like she didn't know what to do or couldn't take care of it on her own. "Tony. You're in the middle." Her tone leaves no room for argument, but she's sure that won't stop him. As she moves past, she takes a breath. "Please trust my assessment on this. We're strongest with you in the middle right now."

She can't very well say that it's because an attack from behind might injure the person in the back, and she doesn't mind if it happens to be Loki, after all. Demigods likely heal more quickly than Tony would.

She looks at Tony a moment longer and moves to the front. The pace she sets is quick, but she doesn't get far before something large lands in her way. It looks like the mechanical bears Logan had told her about, only it's shaped like... the Hulk? Only where the head should be there are no eyes, no mouth, no features of any kind. She falls back, her position defensive, and when two more land around them, surrounding them, she curses under her breath.

She jumps up, scrambling onto one of the metal Hulks and perching on its shoulder. She doesn't find the weak spot she was hoping for. "Tony! You know machines. Weak spots!"

And please let her and Loki be able to take care of this without any of the three of them getting hurt.