It didn't take long, most of them clearly under orders to take down Superman and Firebrand above all else. Soon enough, they were outside in the main courtyard, where it looked as if Captain America and Wonder Woman had done their own work: the main force was found squarely in the middle and with a slightly satisfied smile, Clark used his speed and the riptide force of it to pull the remainder around them. Then he swooped down and grabbed Diana and Steve, flying straight up to keep their focus.

"Perfect." came from behind Jim, which was when Sandy appeared and put his hands to the ground. A moment later, the majority of the central courtyard shot up on a column of pure rock, fifty feet tall, stranding the mixed HYDRA and Biaylian troops well above a safe jumping distance. Sandy took a moment to breath before slamming his hands down again, which brought up ten foot walls around the group, trapping them entirely.

Clark deposited Steve and Diana beside Jim before looking to Sand.

"Nicely done."

Sand was breathing a little hard through his mask, but the smile was in his voice when he spoke.

"Now it's up to you. Cut off the top bring them wherever you need to go."

Clark grinned, and it wasn't a nice expression.

"Like, say, the UN? A nice selection of living proof to show Bialya's cooperation with HYDRA."

Steve wasn't listening, though. He went straight over to Jim and put his hand on his flesh and blood shoulder. Fine. Jim was fine. And if he wasn't killing someone right then and there, so was Lois. He'd just needed to ascertain it for himself with his own hand.

Diana walked over and looked to Jim, ascertaining with her eyes whether or not Lois was all right before glancing at Clark.

"Will you need my assistance in flying the prisoners?"

Clark shook his head.

"Nope, I should be able to handle it. I will need your assistance in getting Jim and Steve back home, though."

"I would be quite happy to assist in that."