Staring could get her killed. She knows that. And the threat wouldn't merely come from Loki; if Sharon loses her focus with the robot Hulks, she could kiss her ass good-bye. But as she back-flips off the robot and lands, she can't resist watching a little more than is wise. She's never seen Loki like this, and certainly not up close. It's more than a little terrifying, but it's also... she refuses to believe it's thrilling, but it's certainly useful. She barely moves in time to block a blow from the robot, and her breath fogs. She clenches her fists and ducks again, grateful once again that SHIELD had insulated her suit.

She kicks at one of the robot's knees, but even with her boot, she feels it enough for it to ache. It's too large to try to flip, so she ends up merely putting herself between it and Tony again.

"Same here, Stark. You're the brains, and we need ideas."