Felicity isn’t a physicist, not by any stretch of the imagination. But there were a few basics laws of physics that she knows to be real, and when the droid starts to fall forwards towards her, the science doesn’t compute. Her blaster shots, if they even had the ability to push a droid backwards, should still be pushing it backwards.

It isn’t until she hears Natasha’s voice that she looks down and notices the woman has her hand on the droid’s leg. If survival hadn’t taken over already, it certainly takes over now and Felicity rolls, hoping to God that she was actually rolling right and not left. Her eyes are squeezed shut and her arms are protecting her face when she hears the metal crushing against the floor. She winces, multiple times, when the droid’s arms hit the ground after its torso.

Feeling Natasha’s hand on her hers isn’t enough to get her to get back up, or even open her eyes. Her heart was pounding. What happened against the wall earlier was close, but this was closer. She actually could have died right then, she thinks, and that would have been it. So even if Natasha tugs, she just lays there for a minute, almost like dead weight.

Like dead weight trying to catch its breath.

She doesn’t see Natasha walk over to the droid and push it down with her foot, but she can hear it. She can also hear the shot, and the crackling of the ripped and newly exposed wires. Only then does she breathe again.

You can do this, she thinks to herself. You’ve been through worse. Get up.

One of her palms push up against the ground and Felicity manages to sit upright, glancing over at the droid with a hole in its head before she looks back at Natasha.

“Thank you,” she says, as she starts pushing herself to stand. The whole process is a little wobbly, but she gets there. “For saving me.”