The way that Clint speaks to her so firmly, giving direct orders in her native tongue and in English, is what helps Natasha pull herself out of her own head. The fact of the matter is, if he never showed, Tony would be dead. She can't possibly move him like this by herself, no matter how much first aid she knows, how good she is in combat, how well of a diplomat or manipulator or spy she's become... Natasha isn't a savior. She still has basic human limits, she doesn't have super strength or any super powers. For her, the impossible isn't an obstacle; it's an actual limit.
But Clint is here and saving someone is a lot easier with four hands instead of two. The moment he gives her an order she's moving with a new sense of determination, because now they have a chance, despite how small it is. She takes a wet cloth and wraps it around her face before grabbing another for Cisco, and she moves over to him with to let Clint keep Tony stable so she can wrap a wet cloth around Cisco's mouth as well. "I know you're going to be okay," she finally responds to him as she eyes him over more closely, taking in the severity of his condition one step at a time. "You have to be. What, you think that I want to deal with new roommate? You know how much I hate new people, maybe think about that next time before you decide to be selfish and get caught up in an explosion, huh?"
Despite her teasing words Natasha's touch is soft, fingertips running over his side over his jumpsuit without pressure but to read his reaction at the slight sensation. She can hear that Rogers and Barnes have arrived, and while her other three companions are making sure Stark is alright Natasha leans down close enough where she can speak to Cisco without having to shout over the commotion.
"I've got you, Cisco, I'm not going to let anything happen to you." She gives him a nod. "I need you to stay perfectly still, alright? And keep your hands up."
Natasha moves, then, getting to her feet fluidly, and she sees Rogers and Barnes making a stretcher for Tony before she moves past them to the exposed pipes that Steve had spotted. "James is right," Natasha says, the name gaffe made in her distraction due to the fact that she still knows Bucky as 'James Buchanan Barnes, Winter Soldier' from his file and old habits die hard. She grabs onto two pipes, one already loose, and she rips the other out of the wall before returning to start a second stretcher beside the first that the boys were working on. "Ramon has third degree burns on the face, torso and extremities, his jumpsuit is fused with his skin on the upper right pectoral."
Her eyes move to watch the way that Steve and Bucky make the stretcher before she grabs the duct tape from Steve, mimicking it herself to start a second. She's a fast learner, equal distribution of support, doubling the layers of tape for durability... it's easy enough. "There's internal damage, I'm assuming that he has at least a couple of fractured ribs, internal bleeding is probable, he can't walk like this." Sometimes the boys may forget that civilians aren't used to walking off severe bodily damage - Natasha admittedly forgets it too. It took her a good minute back in Sokovia to remember that for the majority of the population, walking wasn't solely dependent on whether or not your legs were broken. "There might be spinal damage, I'm not sure yet."
Her hands are steady when she finishes the stretcher and she drags it over to lie parallel to Cisco, a smear of Tony's blood on her cheek from wiping her face before managing to get all of it off of her hands. "Get ready, Ramon, all expenses paid trip." She moves to stand behind his head, leaning down and taking his shoulders as securely and safely as possible. "Hey Barnes, want to be a gentleman and help a lady out over here?" She nods to Cisco once she gets his attention, waiting for him to finish what he's doing before he can come over.
"Medical is probably coming from the Technical Services Section, we start carrying them out of here and get them into fresh air we could meet them halfway and load them onto an actual Med Transport- Anthony." She says Tony's name abruptly and loudly; she's seen this enough times before - been there enough times before - to tell when daze is finally starting to slip into unconsciousness. He's close. "You better stay awake, do not make me come over there, do you hear me? Tell me what happened here."
She knows that he's not going to be able to answer, but it's another input of information for him to try and process to make him think. Even if he's doing it silently, it's something to give his brain simulation to concentrate on and keep his neurons firing. When Bucky comes over to her Natasha rips off her other sleeve because the jumpsuit is already destroyed anyway, and she folds it up to create a makeshift pillow for Cisco on the stretcher.
"Alright, Ramon, it's time to be a badass, this is going to hurt like a bitch but we're going to try to make it go fast, alright?" She meets Bucky's eye and nods at him. "On three. One... two, three." They move Cisco onto the stretcher steadily and as quickly as possible, and Natasha grabs one end of it. "We're going to lift you now, it's not going to hurt as bad as that did. Silver linings."
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But Clint is here and saving someone is a lot easier with four hands instead of two. The moment he gives her an order she's moving with a new sense of determination, because now they have a chance, despite how small it is. She takes a wet cloth and wraps it around her face before grabbing another for Cisco, and she moves over to him with to let Clint keep Tony stable so she can wrap a wet cloth around Cisco's mouth as well. "I know you're going to be okay," she finally responds to him as she eyes him over more closely, taking in the severity of his condition one step at a time. "You have to be. What, you think that I want to deal with new roommate? You know how much I hate new people, maybe think about that next time before you decide to be selfish and get caught up in an explosion, huh?"
Despite her teasing words Natasha's touch is soft, fingertips running over his side over his jumpsuit without pressure but to read his reaction at the slight sensation. She can hear that Rogers and Barnes have arrived, and while her other three companions are making sure Stark is alright Natasha leans down close enough where she can speak to Cisco without having to shout over the commotion.
"I've got you, Cisco, I'm not going to let anything happen to you." She gives him a nod. "I need you to stay perfectly still, alright? And keep your hands up."
Natasha moves, then, getting to her feet fluidly, and she sees Rogers and Barnes making a stretcher for Tony before she moves past them to the exposed pipes that Steve had spotted. "James is right," Natasha says, the name gaffe made in her distraction due to the fact that she still knows Bucky as 'James Buchanan Barnes, Winter Soldier' from his file and old habits die hard. She grabs onto two pipes, one already loose, and she rips the other out of the wall before returning to start a second stretcher beside the first that the boys were working on. "Ramon has third degree burns on the face, torso and extremities, his jumpsuit is fused with his skin on the upper right pectoral."
Her eyes move to watch the way that Steve and Bucky make the stretcher before she grabs the duct tape from Steve, mimicking it herself to start a second. She's a fast learner, equal distribution of support, doubling the layers of tape for durability... it's easy enough. "There's internal damage, I'm assuming that he has at least a couple of fractured ribs, internal bleeding is probable, he can't walk like this." Sometimes the boys may forget that civilians aren't used to walking off severe bodily damage - Natasha admittedly forgets it too. It took her a good minute back in Sokovia to remember that for the majority of the population, walking wasn't solely dependent on whether or not your legs were broken. "There might be spinal damage, I'm not sure yet."
Her hands are steady when she finishes the stretcher and she drags it over to lie parallel to Cisco, a smear of Tony's blood on her cheek from wiping her face before managing to get all of it off of her hands. "Get ready, Ramon, all expenses paid trip." She moves to stand behind his head, leaning down and taking his shoulders as securely and safely as possible. "Hey Barnes, want to be a gentleman and help a lady out over here?" She nods to Cisco once she gets his attention, waiting for him to finish what he's doing before he can come over.
"Medical is probably coming from the Technical Services Section, we start carrying them out of here and get them into fresh air we could meet them halfway and load them onto an actual Med Transport- Anthony." She says Tony's name abruptly and loudly; she's seen this enough times before - been there enough times before - to tell when daze is finally starting to slip into unconsciousness. He's close. "You better stay awake, do not make me come over there, do you hear me? Tell me what happened here."
She knows that he's not going to be able to answer, but it's another input of information for him to try and process to make him think. Even if he's doing it silently, it's something to give his brain simulation to concentrate on and keep his neurons firing. When Bucky comes over to her Natasha rips off her other sleeve because the jumpsuit is already destroyed anyway, and she folds it up to create a makeshift pillow for Cisco on the stretcher.
"Alright, Ramon, it's time to be a badass, this is going to hurt like a bitch but we're going to try to make it go fast, alright?" She meets Bucky's eye and nods at him. "On three. One... two, three." They move Cisco onto the stretcher steadily and as quickly as possible, and Natasha grabs one end of it. "We're going to lift you now, it's not going to hurt as bad as that did. Silver linings."