Sharon studies the three of them, assessing them for injuries, and she adds a kick of her own to Clint's. The move is mostly to buy herself time while she processes everything. Stark's sudden abilities that Loki might truly expect people to think are genuine. Their odds against more of these robots - and she's sure there are more.

Bottom line. Their odds aren't good. Time to change the rescue mission and do more to factor it into her escape plan. She'd gotten some intel - certainly more than she had before. Now it was the time to try and turn the tables, however slightly.

"We're heading back to town. Tony, salvage what you can. I'll help you carry it. Barton, cover us, let us know if something's coming." She moved to Tony and his robot, her body language conveying what she hoped was permission to direct her in the matter, and to do it quickly. If he really wanted the Iron Man armor, he'd need parts, after all. And she suspected she wanted him to have Iron Man armor almost as much as he did.

"Loki, do you have it in you to transport us your way, or are we walking?"