From day one, I've traditionally been embroiled in stressful events. Logistical messiness is what I cut my teeth on, and things hardly became simpler when I joined the Avengers. That said, there's only so much outlandish crap I can accept from this island without losing my patience.

Coming upon Thor and Tony in conflict with a highly unlikely sea creature is enough to get me a bit peeved, if I'm honest.

"Where the hell did that come from?" I abandon my trajectory of running over to make sure Tony's okay in favor of dodging a tentacle that comes whipping around as the.... shark-like animal's attention tracks from Thor to me. I have a sidearm but not the shield, and until we know its weak points firing off rounds indiscriminately won't help. So I move, trying to keep its attention also moving, away from the heavy hitters while they regroup.