yelena shoves at the hands that cup the gushing wound in her thigh. the hands feel like a vice, like spiders crawling all over her skin. she doesn’t get touched unless she wants it these days, especially not like this - and she doesn’t like it.
it’s as if some sort of dam inside of her broke - the blood doesn’t stop, seeping through captain america’s fingers and onto the concrete floor under her. she finds she has no strength left to push him away, no strength to even grab the firearm beside her.
at the risk of sounding like a petulant child, she says, “ah, fuck, stop - you’re hurting me. just leave me be. i’ll live, most likely. then i’ll-i’ll just shoot you again, and again, and again. can’t imagine that prospect excites you very much.” / @nutsaboutbirds ♡
