Natasha isn't moving with the kind of speed that Barry normally does, but it's close enough that he has to blink in surprise before he can register that she's taken out the guy pointing a gun at him and has shot two of the other assailants in a matter of seconds. He moves as quickly as he can, ducking behind the vehicle beside her so that her act of absolute heroism wasn't wasted.

He glances over at her as she begins unzipping her jumpsuit, his mouth going dry until he sees the nasty shot in her shoulder. It looks bad. There's no doubt that she got it coming after him. He raises his eyebrows in surprise when she's inspecting his own injury, a bruise when she just got shot.

"I'm okay," he assures her. His vision is clear, even if his head is pounding. He grips the barrel a little more tightly. He can hear shots hitting the other side of the truck and nods at her before moving to the edge. He shoots and misses the first man by a few inches, but he doesn't make the mistake again. He's not crazy about guns, but he aims for the knees and watches them fall before turning back to Natasha. He tries not to think what laser beams do to muscle and bone rather than bullets.

"Are you okay?" It's pretty clear by that wound she isn't. "Get in the truck. I'll take you to medical."