A flicker of a thought and the shield shifts- they lose north but cover themselves from the fire. The fireworks, not so much but they could be useful. Weaponized. They want them. The meta reaches out, the air between himself and America wavering, thin lines of red, white, and blue light snapping from her to his hand as he pulls-

Sigma's focus shifts, settles. Turns burning eyes onto cortana and oh. That's who shd it's. Where she's from. No wonder theta had been so taken. "I am retrieving my younger brother from an unsuitable host."