[Bucky was just a second too late. Too bad, she thinks, as she tries desperately to keep her breathing calm and even. Now that the initial shock is gone, the broom handle is agonizing, and when she sinks down to the floor, back sliding down the wall, it only tears at her more. She doesn't pull it out—that will only make her bleed out faster, although she knows at this point that it doesn't matter either way. A fast death would be preferable, really.
Clint hits the ground and Natasha closes her eyes for a second, trying to think through the pain and the panic.]
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Clint hits the ground and Natasha closes her eyes for a second, trying to think through the pain and the panic.]
Bucky.
[Her voice is ragged, and she stops to swallow.]
Tie him up and run.