“ you could’ve gotten yourself killed! you could’ve— fuck! you scared the shit outta me. ”
An eyebrow was raised. Her lips was split, a gash on her forehead still bled. Natasha looked rough from running straight into the gun fire. It had bought them time. It had given the others cover. She reached out and placed a hand against his cheek. "It's okay. As long as you made it out it's alright." Natasha offered a sad smile. She was in pain and didn't wand Bucky to notice. She wasn't as fine as she liked him to believe, but right now she needed to calm him, then treat the shot wound that bled against the inside of her jacket.













