Natasha can't help but feel her smile grow when Barry demands a second drink just for suggesting that he looks under the age of twenty-one, and she gives a little shrug before pointing her blaster and staring down the sight of it. "Fair enough." He takes off.
There are several targets that start to take aim at Barry and the only reason Natasha is able to split her attention between all of them is because she's been trained to do so. Suppressing fire is easy enough, and Natasha keeps her shots steady as she also tries to keep her attention on Barry to make sure that he reaches his goal and he does, but it doesn't go nearly as well as they plan. He gets hit in the head and he takes it like a champ, but by the time he's on his back with the gun in his hold the maniac is pointing another one, and they've got themselves an old fashioned stand-off.
The issue with a stand-off, though, is that someone who's willing to drive around throwing grenades at innocent people for the hell of it most likely won't stand down in fear of getting shot. She sure as hell can't shoot him effectively from this distance, not with a RED barrel, anyway.
Natasha releases a low, exasperated sigh - why can't anything be easy - before she sprints herself. She's not wearing the bulky riot gear that's provided to them and that certainly helps with the speed, but not with protection. She has no cover, she fully expects to get shot and it's just a question as to where, so she's careful to make sure her side is facing the active enemy to lessen her risk of losing a vital organ. She's just about to drop when she feels a searing pain erupt from her shoulder.
She drops anyway, falling into a slide with an extended leg to kick the man hovering over Barry in the back of the knee, her useless blaster still strapped to her hip. She's on top of him before he can flip over, her elbow crashing into the back of his head and knocking him out before she grabs the gun that he had pulled on Allen with her good arm; her left. "Enough." She sounds angry because she is - Natasha has no idea what clearance barrel she was shot with but it hurts, and the only thing she's sure about is that the heat of the plasma was so intense it cauterized the wound as soon as it made it.
She doesn't stop moving, standing from her spot on the unconscious man with fluidity before pointing the gun with her non dominant hand and firing two shots; one hits a man in the torso, the other hits a different target directly in the groin. She's pretty sure that he's the one that shot her.
Taking advantage of the lull in fire she drops again, now taking cover behind the wrecked vehicle that had crashed, and she hisses through her teeth before dropping her new gun to unzip her jumpsuit. She pulls it down halfway on one side to see the damage done to her shoulder. It doesn't look good. "There's two more," she informs Barry, finally turning her head to look at him. She reaches out with her good arm and grabs his jaw, turning his head so she can see where he got bashed with an elbow. "That's going to bruise, you'll be alright. Your vision still good? I need to you take down the last two, I have to look at this." And make sure melted pieces of plastic jumpsuit didn't get fused into the wound, but that's a little more morbid than she thinks Barry has to hear.
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There are several targets that start to take aim at Barry and the only reason Natasha is able to split her attention between all of them is because she's been trained to do so. Suppressing fire is easy enough, and Natasha keeps her shots steady as she also tries to keep her attention on Barry to make sure that he reaches his goal and he does, but it doesn't go nearly as well as they plan. He gets hit in the head and he takes it like a champ, but by the time he's on his back with the gun in his hold the maniac is pointing another one, and they've got themselves an old fashioned stand-off.
The issue with a stand-off, though, is that someone who's willing to drive around throwing grenades at innocent people for the hell of it most likely won't stand down in fear of getting shot. She sure as hell can't shoot him effectively from this distance, not with a RED barrel, anyway.
Natasha releases a low, exasperated sigh - why can't anything be easy - before she sprints herself. She's not wearing the bulky riot gear that's provided to them and that certainly helps with the speed, but not with protection. She has no cover, she fully expects to get shot and it's just a question as to where, so she's careful to make sure her side is facing the active enemy to lessen her risk of losing a vital organ. She's just about to drop when she feels a searing pain erupt from her shoulder.
She drops anyway, falling into a slide with an extended leg to kick the man hovering over Barry in the back of the knee, her useless blaster still strapped to her hip. She's on top of him before he can flip over, her elbow crashing into the back of his head and knocking him out before she grabs the gun that he had pulled on Allen with her good arm; her left. "Enough." She sounds angry because she is - Natasha has no idea what clearance barrel she was shot with but it hurts, and the only thing she's sure about is that the heat of the plasma was so intense it cauterized the wound as soon as it made it.
She doesn't stop moving, standing from her spot on the unconscious man with fluidity before pointing the gun with her non dominant hand and firing two shots; one hits a man in the torso, the other hits a different target directly in the groin. She's pretty sure that he's the one that shot her.
Taking advantage of the lull in fire she drops again, now taking cover behind the wrecked vehicle that had crashed, and she hisses through her teeth before dropping her new gun to unzip her jumpsuit. She pulls it down halfway on one side to see the damage done to her shoulder. It doesn't look good. "There's two more," she informs Barry, finally turning her head to look at him. She reaches out with her good arm and grabs his jaw, turning his head so she can see where he got bashed with an elbow. "That's going to bruise, you'll be alright. Your vision still good? I need to you take down the last two, I have to look at this." And make sure melted pieces of plastic jumpsuit didn't get fused into the wound, but that's a little more morbid than she thinks Barry has to hear.