[ Can't let the boys have all the fun. Natasha switches hands so she can take something out of the bag at her feet, sharply veering to the left to narrowly avoid a stray runner, spraying a fine mist of blood over the hood and the front right tire. She hears Steve's shot going wide — one hand tight, she finally snags what she wants out of that bag. ]
Hey! [ It's a clip for Bucky's rifle, tossed over rather than handed out. Somebody's been counting the number of shots, and it's not like the make and model in this place varies so much.
The gate looms. Now comes the question of how they're going to open it to get back inside the compound. ]
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[ Can't let the boys have all the fun. Natasha switches hands so she can take something out of the bag at her feet, sharply veering to the left to narrowly avoid a stray runner, spraying a fine mist of blood over the hood and the front right tire. She hears Steve's shot going wide — one hand tight, she finally snags what she wants out of that bag. ]
Hey! [ It's a clip for Bucky's rifle, tossed over rather than handed out. Somebody's been counting the number of shots, and it's not like the make and model in this place varies so much.
The gate looms. Now comes the question of how they're going to open it to get back inside the compound. ]