The somewhat stunned look on the boys face is, admittedly, more amusing than Natasha should probably think it is, but she has no time to make fun of him in that moment with the amount of gunfire taking place around the wall that’s giving them cover. Her eyes, instead, move down to his blaster when he informs her that it isn’t working correctly, and she nods with a look of distaste staining her expression. “Of course it’s faulty, why would they bother checking whether or not our guns work?” She mutters something else under her breath in Russian, and although she doesn’t bother to translate for Barry there’s definitely an unmistakable ‘motherfuckers’ in there somewhere.
“Well, Barry, you’re in luck,” she continues in English as she checks her own blaster, her eyes moving around the corner of the wall for a split second before she looks back at him. “Your highest chance of survival with anyone else is roughly around twelve percent. With me, you’ve got a solid forty-“ Natasha stops abruptly to wince when she hears a blaster shot clip the wall they’re hiding behind “-a solid thirty five percent.”
She makes her move, waiting for a lapse in fire before turning the corner and getting off a few blasts of her own, but it’s mostly just so she can scope out the position of enemy fire. She doesn’t have as long as she had hoped; there isn’t much need for downtime when they don’t have to reload. She quickly moves back behind the wall, back pressed flatly against it, and she presses her lips together with uncertainty before turning her head and looking at Barry completely.
“Okay, new plan,” she begins with a tone that mixes both casual passiveness and mild concern. “There’s a straggler parted from the rest of the group, he’s a good fifteen feet away from them and he’s got a nice gun. We could really use a nice gun right now. So.” Natasha holds her blaster out to Barry. “I’m going to run out there and take his gun. And you’re going to cover me to make sure that I don’t end up with a hole in my head. It’s like a game. It’s called ‘don’t let your new best friend get shot’, alright? Really easy. Rules are in the title.” Her other hand moves to clap Barry on the shoulder with a little squeeze as she holds his gaze. “Try your best. If you mess up I’ll probably die but, you know. Just try your best.”
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“Well, Barry, you’re in luck,” she continues in English as she checks her own blaster, her eyes moving around the corner of the wall for a split second before she looks back at him. “Your highest chance of survival with anyone else is roughly around twelve percent. With me, you’ve got a solid forty-“ Natasha stops abruptly to wince when she hears a blaster shot clip the wall they’re hiding behind “-a solid thirty five percent.”
She makes her move, waiting for a lapse in fire before turning the corner and getting off a few blasts of her own, but it’s mostly just so she can scope out the position of enemy fire. She doesn’t have as long as she had hoped; there isn’t much need for downtime when they don’t have to reload. She quickly moves back behind the wall, back pressed flatly against it, and she presses her lips together with uncertainty before turning her head and looking at Barry completely.
“Okay, new plan,” she begins with a tone that mixes both casual passiveness and mild concern. “There’s a straggler parted from the rest of the group, he’s a good fifteen feet away from them and he’s got a nice gun. We could really use a nice gun right now. So.” Natasha holds her blaster out to Barry. “I’m going to run out there and take his gun. And you’re going to cover me to make sure that I don’t end up with a hole in my head. It’s like a game. It’s called ‘don’t let your new best friend get shot’, alright? Really easy. Rules are in the title.” Her other hand moves to clap Barry on the shoulder with a little squeeze as she holds his gaze. “Try your best. If you mess up I’ll probably die but, you know. Just try your best.”