"Good," she says, bluntly. "Don't ask. It isn't pretty, and you've got problems of your own to worry about. If we ever meet again and you want to hear the story... we'll get some more drinks and I'll tell you then, okay?"

But she listens as he continues, her expression flattening all over again. "Goddamn Zemo," she mutters. "A pain in the ass in every universe, apparently. Okay, so you've got, what. Half the Avengers? That should be fine. It's not like you guys need an army for a rescue op."