The moment Jarvis had said they were needed, Jim was up, ignoring shoes, halfway ignoring clothes. He had his pants fastened but was still pulling on a shirt when he walked in--

And he was immediately at Clark's side, unafraid but far from unconcerned. "Jarvis told me," he said, voice forced into calm. "We'll get her back." He crouched, hand on his shoulder. Hydra had crossed a dangerous line. Yes, Zola was necessary to deal with, but this was his family. Nobody messed with his family.