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 doesnāt get touched unless she wants it these days, especially not like this - and she doesnāt like it.
itās as if some sort of dam inside of her broke - the blood doesnāt stop, seeping through captain americaās 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.Ā
at the risk of sounding like a petulant child, she says, āah, fuck, stop - youāre hurting me. just leave me be. iāll live, most likely. then iāll-iāll just shoot you again, and again, and again. canāt imagine that prospect excites you very much.āĀ Ā /Ā Ā @nutsaboutbirdsĀ ā”
