It was almost impossible to miss the blast, no matter how far away someone was.
Clint had been sent to pick up some new parts from the R&D sectors and was on his way there, enjoying the short time of being out of the testing facility (even if he did like being there more than was probably healthy, a break was always appreciated), which was the only reason he got there as fast as he did. The ground had shaken and the air had imploded around him and nearly knocked him off his feet, shock waves rolling through the sector and out to the city at large, and without even thinking about it he was running full-force in the direction the blast had come from as the screaming and panic started. He'd been around explosions too much, he'd been in explosions too much to know better than to think that no one had been hurt in that, and the sirens that started up warning of an emergency only confirmed that. He had to get there, had to find the epicenter, had to get the people out-
Medical was likely delayed because of so many people trying to get the hell out of there, not an unreasonable reaction given what was going on. Clint was just boneheaded enough to be going in the other direction, but he paused for half a minute to grab one of the machine-covering sheets in a section of R&D that was rapidly emptying and rip it into pieces with a multitool left on a table, running a good number of them under a water tap to wet them and then tying one over his face. He'd be no good to people if he started suffering from smoke inhalation and ended up needing medical attention himself, after all. Once that was done he pressed on, the corridors mostly empty now, but someone had obviously gotten there before him (or people had gotten out), because some of the debris - which was getting thicker the closer he got - had obviously been moved, pieces pushed out of the way to clear a corridor. A lot of them were still unstable and so he took care not to touch them and overbalance them, but that only made it more imperative to get anyone who was left in there out.
"Hello? Anybody here?" The outer areas of what was clearly the blast radius were clear - except for blood splashed around in a few places. But there were no people there, and so Clint dismissed it and continued on. Further in, there was obviously one person trapped under a collapsed section of wall - and there was just as obviously nothing he could do for them given the amount of blood spilled. He'd seen more than his share of bodies in the past; Clint averted his eyes and continued on.
Only to see the one thing he didn't want to see more than anything here, Nat - and of course it's Nat, that hair can only be Nat - Nat on the floor of where it was close to the origin of the bomb blast, or at least one of them, and there was blood, why was there blood, Nat didn't even work here, what was she doing - and without his conscious control Clint was running over to her and skidding to a stop next to her in a full-on rockstar knee slide, and his knees landed in a puddle of blood and it was starting to soak into the fabric, and he spotted-
He spotted nothing, not on her anyway, nothing except panic. The blood was coming from the body in front of her, a body he knew all too well, and maybe had wanted to see bleed some, but not like this, never like this. He's shocked still and silent for exactly half a second before his mind locks down. Response to crisis first, panic later. Save lives, don't lose them. Fortunately S.H.I.E.L.D. involved basic trauma care, but just as clearly Nat wasn't capable of thinking straight right at that moment. So, priorities: calm Nat down so they had two sets of hands. Get wetmasks on all of them to stop smoke inhalation. Get more pressure on Tony's wound to keep him from bleeding out. Get the other guy - Cisco Ramon - on his feet, he could walk and those burns were severe enough that he shouldn't be in pain doing so (though that was because those nerve endings had probably been scorched past the point of working which was less than ideal but would at least be enough to get him out of the immediate danger zone; better alive and scarred after all). Get Cisco out the door. Get some sort of stretcher for Tony. Transfer Tony to the stretcher. Get him out of there without jostling his wound too much. Hope and pray medical arrived before they could complete all those steps. In the case medical didn't show, hope and pray someone else did because moving Tony was going to take three people.
"Nat, стоп. Фокус. Теперь. Мы должны помочь им, а не потерять его. Medical's gonna have to fight the people panicking to get here so it's on us right now. On three, switch out with me, take one of the strips-" he sort of shrugged the shoulder he'd thrown the wet strips of sheet over, "-put it on, then get him propped up. He needs to keep the burns over his heart. Get a mask on him, then come back and help me stabilize Stark. You got this - go." Whether Nat followed his directions or not, Clint pulled a couple of the dry strips off his other shoulder, wrapping one around each hand and then counted down quickly. "Один два три!" With that, he shoved his hands and the cloth padding under hers, replacing her pressure with his own and some more material to keep the blood in Stark's body. "Damnit Stark, you've always got to be a drama queen." No time now to think about how sour his feelings on the man had been left after the Raft; Clint had never wanted him dead. Maimed a little, but not dead. But keeping him alert was the way to go right now; with the place the wound was, it was possible - probable - that Tony had a punctured lung or bronchial tube, and he didn't need to be speaking right now. "You can hear me, right? Blink twice if you can."
After all, an explosion was how he'd lost his own hearing. He didn't want that to happen to anyone else. Thank god for S.H.I.E.L.D. R&D.
But at that moment, Clint heard heavy booted feet pounding down the hall towards them, and he absolutely didn't hesitate in yelling. "In here! Two wounded - burns and bleeding from shrapnel fragments!" And while it wasn't medical showing up in the door, considering the situation, he'd take what he got. "Cap, Barnes, we need a stretcher! We need to get these guys out of here before the whole place falls apart, some of the structural beams are getting ready to go!"
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Clint had been sent to pick up some new parts from the R&D sectors and was on his way there, enjoying the short time of being out of the testing facility (even if he did like being there more than was probably healthy, a break was always appreciated), which was the only reason he got there as fast as he did. The ground had shaken and the air had imploded around him and nearly knocked him off his feet, shock waves rolling through the sector and out to the city at large, and without even thinking about it he was running full-force in the direction the blast had come from as the screaming and panic started. He'd been around explosions too much, he'd been in explosions too much to know better than to think that no one had been hurt in that, and the sirens that started up warning of an emergency only confirmed that. He had to get there, had to find the epicenter, had to get the people out-
Medical was likely delayed because of so many people trying to get the hell out of there, not an unreasonable reaction given what was going on. Clint was just boneheaded enough to be going in the other direction, but he paused for half a minute to grab one of the machine-covering sheets in a section of R&D that was rapidly emptying and rip it into pieces with a multitool left on a table, running a good number of them under a water tap to wet them and then tying one over his face. He'd be no good to people if he started suffering from smoke inhalation and ended up needing medical attention himself, after all. Once that was done he pressed on, the corridors mostly empty now, but someone had obviously gotten there before him (or people had gotten out), because some of the debris - which was getting thicker the closer he got - had obviously been moved, pieces pushed out of the way to clear a corridor. A lot of them were still unstable and so he took care not to touch them and overbalance them, but that only made it more imperative to get anyone who was left in there out.
"Hello? Anybody here?" The outer areas of what was clearly the blast radius were clear - except for blood splashed around in a few places. But there were no people there, and so Clint dismissed it and continued on. Further in, there was obviously one person trapped under a collapsed section of wall - and there was just as obviously nothing he could do for them given the amount of blood spilled. He'd seen more than his share of bodies in the past; Clint averted his eyes and continued on.
Only to see the one thing he didn't want to see more than anything here, Nat - and of course it's Nat, that hair can only be Nat - Nat on the floor of where it was close to the origin of the bomb blast, or at least one of them, and there was blood, why was there blood, Nat didn't even work here, what was she doing - and without his conscious control Clint was running over to her and skidding to a stop next to her in a full-on rockstar knee slide, and his knees landed in a puddle of blood and it was starting to soak into the fabric, and he spotted-
He spotted nothing, not on her anyway, nothing except panic. The blood was coming from the body in front of her, a body he knew all too well, and maybe had wanted to see bleed some, but not like this, never like this. He's shocked still and silent for exactly half a second before his mind locks down. Response to crisis first, panic later. Save lives, don't lose them. Fortunately S.H.I.E.L.D. involved basic trauma care, but just as clearly Nat wasn't capable of thinking straight right at that moment. So, priorities: calm Nat down so they had two sets of hands. Get wetmasks on all of them to stop smoke inhalation. Get more pressure on Tony's wound to keep him from bleeding out. Get the other guy - Cisco Ramon - on his feet, he could walk and those burns were severe enough that he shouldn't be in pain doing so (though that was because those nerve endings had probably been scorched past the point of working which was less than ideal but would at least be enough to get him out of the immediate danger zone; better alive and scarred after all). Get Cisco out the door. Get some sort of stretcher for Tony. Transfer Tony to the stretcher. Get him out of there without jostling his wound too much. Hope and pray medical arrived before they could complete all those steps. In the case medical didn't show, hope and pray someone else did because moving Tony was going to take three people.
"Nat, стоп. Фокус. Теперь. Мы должны помочь им, а не потерять его. Medical's gonna have to fight the people panicking to get here so it's on us right now. On three, switch out with me, take one of the strips-" he sort of shrugged the shoulder he'd thrown the wet strips of sheet over, "-put it on, then get him propped up. He needs to keep the burns over his heart. Get a mask on him, then come back and help me stabilize Stark. You got this - go." Whether Nat followed his directions or not, Clint pulled a couple of the dry strips off his other shoulder, wrapping one around each hand and then counted down quickly. "Один два три!" With that, he shoved his hands and the cloth padding under hers, replacing her pressure with his own and some more material to keep the blood in Stark's body. "Damnit Stark, you've always got to be a drama queen." No time now to think about how sour his feelings on the man had been left after the Raft; Clint had never wanted him dead. Maimed a little, but not dead. But keeping him alert was the way to go right now; with the place the wound was, it was possible - probable - that Tony had a punctured lung or bronchial tube, and he didn't need to be speaking right now. "You can hear me, right? Blink twice if you can."
After all, an explosion was how he'd lost his own hearing. He didn't want that to happen to anyone else. Thank god for S.H.I.E.L.D. R&D.
But at that moment, Clint heard heavy booted feet pounding down the hall towards them, and he absolutely didn't hesitate in yelling. "In here! Two wounded - burns and bleeding from shrapnel fragments!" And while it wasn't medical showing up in the door, considering the situation, he'd take what he got. "Cap, Barnes, we need a stretcher! We need to get these guys out of here before the whole place falls apart, some of the structural beams are getting ready to go!"