Natasha puts her back to pile of debris, presenting the smallest profile possible. The giants haven't seemed particular bright or observant so far; that's an advantage Natasha has been exploiting to its fullest since she got here.

She takes a deep breath, glancing over Steve to assess his condition. Not seeing anything broken or gushing blood, she gives a short sigh of relief. She also gives him a nod. "Briefly. There wasn't time to go over everything, though. Mostly what we're facing."

Agent Fitz hadn't had too much to say other than that. The giants had been closing in and Natasha had chased him off.

"I figured we could work out the rest when there's not monsters trying to kill us."