As far as your typical jungle sounds go, I can't exactly count an angry Irishwoman cursing out an X-Man among them. And, unless someone's been having too much fun training their pet parrot, that can only mean one thing: we're not alone.

"Hey, guys," I call out, taking a look around for my fellow Avengers, "I think we got company of the non-explosive va-- Guys?"

It's right about now that I notice there's no wreckage. No fire. No Avengers. Well, this can't be good. Thing is, my spider-sense should be tingling right now and all I'm getting is a fat load of nothing. Maybe the blast did more damage than just my back? It'd make sense, I guess. I mean, my vision's a lot blurrier than I remember it being a minute ago.

Figuring I'll have better luck if I find the source of the voice than if I stand around here and wait for Cap to say, 'Avengers Assemble!' I head in the direction of the swearing -- by foot.

That fall really hurt.