[ James Barnes moves towards him, and Natasha doesn't bother to check.
Her marksmanship doesn't rival Clint's. She aims for kneecaps before righting the line of sight; the undead drop, but some of them end up crawling, kneecaps blown and legs hanging off in bent angles.
Barnes moves.
Steve gets dropped in.
The gate closes.
Natasha doesn't give herself room to breathe. Shoving her handgun into her holster, she runs towards Steve with her medical kit slung over her shoulder. No, she doesn't open it, but she's shouldering in there to press two fingers to his throat, mouth in a tight line. ]
Did they get you?
Steve. Did you get hit? [ Without so much as a blink, she whips her head around to the Soldier. ] « Did you see? »
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Her marksmanship doesn't rival Clint's. She aims for kneecaps before righting the line of sight; the undead drop, but some of them end up crawling, kneecaps blown and legs hanging off in bent angles.
Barnes moves.
Steve gets dropped in.
The gate closes.
Natasha doesn't give herself room to breathe. Shoving her handgun into her holster, she runs towards Steve with her medical kit slung over her shoulder. No, she doesn't open it, but she's shouldering in there to press two fingers to his throat, mouth in a tight line. ]
Did they get you?
Steve. Did you get hit? [ Without so much as a blink, she whips her head around to the Soldier. ] « Did you see? »