[ She doesn't answer at first - there are only a handful of zombies left, and there's no real time to inspect the extent of her injuries while they're still on her feet. Still, the pain and the kick of adrenaline gives her an extra burst of strength and focus, and between her and Bucky, before long all of them are little more than still, smoking corpses, or well on their way there.
Her wrist's still throbbing, more than it should for just a bruise through the armored cloth. Natasha transfers her torch to her sword hand so she can wrap her fingers around the injury, closing her eyes and just breathing for a moment. Maybe it's just in her head, paranoia or who knows what, but she could swear the pain's spreading up her arm, white-hot and pounding in time with her heartbeat.
She opens her eyes and looks up at Bucky, flashing a smile that doesn't meet her eyes. ] It's fine. [ For now. She needs to get him to safety. Sooner rather than later, now. ]
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Her wrist's still throbbing, more than it should for just a bruise through the armored cloth. Natasha transfers her torch to her sword hand so she can wrap her fingers around the injury, closing her eyes and just breathing for a moment. Maybe it's just in her head, paranoia or who knows what, but she could swear the pain's spreading up her arm, white-hot and pounding in time with her heartbeat.
She opens her eyes and looks up at Bucky, flashing a smile that doesn't meet her eyes. ] It's fine. [ For now. She needs to get him to safety. Sooner rather than later, now. ]