Carol takes charge of the situation

"JAN! SHRINK!" Carol cried out.

Janet was still quick enough with her wits to comply with Carol's command, reducing herself to the size of her super-namesake. Shulk stood there befuddled, grasping her beefy hands in her open air as she slowly registered that her prey had seemingly vanished into thin air. Before the green Amazon could make another move, Carol threw out her fist, discharging a blast of energy that sent Shulk careening into a wall of rock a mile away.

Carol assumed a battle stance as the tribe of savage Hulks advanced on them, their roars of anger shaking the island itself. Carol saw Clint draw an arrow and Greer bare her claws. An admirable gesture, but Carol knew even she couldn't take them on herself.

"We need to retreat!" She declared, firing off another beam to knock a Hulk that was barreling towards them in mid-air.

"What?!" Clint cried. He fired off an arrow that a female Hulk managed to catch, but knocked her back as its tip blew up in her face. Again, Carol would have given props to her teammate, but she knew he didn't pack his entire quiver full of explosive arrows for this trip.

"This was just meant to be a rescue mission, Clint," Carol said, using her powers to make a clearing back towards the Quinjet. "We need to regroup, call in--"

"Carol, what about Jan?!"

Carol then heard a thud in front of the group, as though someone had leapt from a plane above them. Janet had returned to her normal size, but was curled up in a fetal position on the ground. She held her hands up against her stomach, her eyes squinted shut and teeth gritting as she poured sweat. Carol looked at Clint. He stared right back at her, defiantly standing his ground.