[Natasha manages to twist to the side, just enough to miss the most of the stabs. The last one gets her coat, though, and while her suit prevents the sharpened point from grazing her, it catches in the thick fabric of her jacket. She makes another desperate grab for the stick, not so much trying to pull it away as to hold on. Her voice is almost pleading now.]
Clint, please. All I've been doing is trying to help. You know that.
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Clint, please. All I've been doing is trying to help. You know that.