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[The feed flicks on at an odd angle, blood spattered across the screen. Unlike most of her friends, Natasha isn't that much of a super soldier or a god. She's a human, and she's been badly hurt. Her normally pristine clothing is nearly all red with blood.
She's curled up against a corner of a building, clutching her side, blood dripping through her fingers. Her right arm hangs useless at her side. She lets her side go for a moment to wipe at the blood dripping from her mouth. She peers around the corner of the building to see if she was followed, and when she's satisfied that she wasn't, she all but collapses against the wall, her legs going out from underneath her.
She's only been hurt this bad one other time in her life, when she was a teenager, and she knows she can't make it back to the house in this state. She knows that if she tries, she'll die. She needs help. Her bloodied hand reaches for the communicator, grasping it shakily.]
Steve- I need-
[And the feed cuts.]
She's curled up against a corner of a building, clutching her side, blood dripping through her fingers. Her right arm hangs useless at her side. She lets her side go for a moment to wipe at the blood dripping from her mouth. She peers around the corner of the building to see if she was followed, and when she's satisfied that she wasn't, she all but collapses against the wall, her legs going out from underneath her.
She's only been hurt this bad one other time in her life, when she was a teenager, and she knows she can't make it back to the house in this state. She knows that if she tries, she'll die. She needs help. Her bloodied hand reaches for the communicator, grasping it shakily.]
Steve- I need-
[And the feed cuts.]