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 You acquiesce, because it’s the only way you can think of to get help for Sitwell and Natasha. It doesn’t take you long to regret agreeing, though, because ten minutes later, an imposing jet hovers its way over the battlefield and you recognize the team deploying all too well.

“Coulson,” you growl into the comms, “did you have to call the X-Men?”

“I called the people who owe you the most favours,” says Coulson. “If you wanted someone to have a tea party with, you should have said so.”

He’s right and you know it, and it’s kind of nice to know that the X-Men owe you guys a bunch of favours. Maybe you can use that to make them pay for beer next time Steve and Xavier get it into their heads that their teams need bonding time. For the meantime, you’re busy loading prisoners onto a S.H.I.E.L.D. helicopter while you listen to the sounds of your teammates and the goddamn X-Men kicking Hydra ass behind you.