“Stay with me until it’s over.” (from wanda) (because I'm an evil angst human)
There was a knot in his throat as he held her torso up off the ground, out of the dirt and the mud that was forming from her blood, so much blood. His hand was coated in it to, the sticky red pouring out between his fingers even as he tried to staunch the flow from the wound in her abdomen.
Stop the blood. Stop the blood, Barton. Pressure. Apply pressure--
His voice cracked despite his efforts to keep it steady. “Shh, you’re okay,” he mumbled out. “You’re okay. Stay with me, Wanda. Gonna get you out of here, okay?” He’d already called the medic team in, but with the battle still raging around them, there was little hope they’d....
She can’t go. Can’t go. You lost Pietro, you can’t lose her. Save her, Clint. You owe her.
He swallowed, grey eyes wet as he looked around desperately for a solution he couldn’t find. “Hold on, Wanda, just hold on.”