[ The clarity of adrenaline hits him in a rush. One hand moves to hover over Bucky's back without touching him. The other grips the roll bar of the jeep.]
You're all right. You're here, with me, with Natasha. [ He wraps his hand around the barrel of the rifle. ] Can I use this?
[ The screaming things are chasing them. A flailing, blood-streaked pack of animals in human skin. They're fast. Appallingly fast. And the ones behind have attracted others, rising up from the low brush to come at the jeep from an angle.
They'll be cut off well before they reach the wall.] Please.
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You're all right. You're here, with me, with Natasha. [ He wraps his hand around the barrel of the rifle. ] Can I use this?
[ The screaming things are chasing them. A flailing, blood-streaked pack of animals in human skin. They're fast. Appallingly fast. And the ones behind have attracted others, rising up from the low brush to come at the jeep from an angle.
They'll be cut off well before they reach the wall.] Please.