Carol grabs Tigra and flees

Carol and Clint's stare-down was interrupted when a heavy thud was heard from Carol's side. Whipping her gaze to her left, she saw that, miraculously, Greer had managed to leap and curl her legs around the neck of one of the She-Hulks and knocked the Amazon right off of her feet and crashing to the ground. Carol turned back once more to Clint, seeing him now on a knee, protectively hovering over Janet as he continued firing off arrows at the advancing Hulks. Seeing Greer return to her feet, Carol rushed at her friend, throwing her arms around her waist, and made a speedy run back to the Quinjet.

"Ca-Carol?!" Greer hissed, beating her fists against Carol's back. "What are you doing?"

"Clint made his choice, Greer," Carol said sternly. "We need to regroup if we want a shot at containing this."

Carol read up on the Leader before their arrival. Seeing Janet twitching about had Carol deduce whatever was going on on this island, it had to have been some freaky Gamma experiments going on. If Carol had hesitated for just a second, she could have been infected just as Jan likely and unfortunately had. At the moment, they still had the advantage. The Hulks were stuck on that island. Even if they could swim, they were still likely too dumb to have any sense of direction. And even Jan, should she turn into one of them, can't fly that far out.

But if Carol and her own powers were mixed with that of a savage Hulk...there would be no telling what would happen.

With her superhuman speed, Carol strapped in a fussy Greer and launched the Quinjet back into the sky. A few of the Hulks managed to land on the hull of the ship, but Carol's piloting skills mixed with the jet's propulsion allowed her to shake the beasts off with a spiral dive.

*

Clint was out of explosive arrows. But if he couldn't overpower these knuckleheads, he could certainly outsmart them.

He fired three net arrows directly into the faces of the closest Hulks charging towards him. As they stopped dead in his tracks, roaring as they grappled with the iron-laced nets now bundled around their skulls, Clint fired off several smoke bomb arrows in a semi-circle around him and Jan. Decently obscured, Clint scooped up the shuddering Jan in his arms and dashed into the island's wilderness. He took every divergent path he could find, sneaking through every boulder or bushel big enough to hide him, everything he could to ward off their trail.

Clint slowed down once the rumblings of the tribe seemed to be going in a reasonable distance away. Instead letting the sound of running water lead his way, Clint came upon a lagoon. He laid Janet, eyes still held shut as she groaned and convulsed.

"Relax, Jan. Just breathe for me. Breathe." Taking a cloth out of his satchel, Clint was silently thankful of how chilled the lagoon's water was. He soaked the cloth, rinsed it and brought it to the overwarm Janet's forehead.

"I'm not gonna lie. The sitch isn't great," Clint said, more blabbering to himself than to Janet. "Carol left us, took Greer and the Quinjet with her. I can still signal the team back from the city, but until then we're gonna have to do our best and lay low until--"

Then, Janet's eyes shot back open. All six of them.