"I don't think this is what they meant when they said you should outfit me with a uniform."

                               Pro: not a gut-shot.                                Con: punctured lung. Ow.

Natasha had, surprisingly, never had a punctured lung before.  Maybe it was a good thing her first experience was with Steve.  He was big enough to carry her, so no need to worry about  getting to the extraction point. While all hell broke loose around  them she closed her eyes, letting Steve do all the work covering  them with his shield and put pressure on the hole in her chest.  Nowhere near her heart, either, that was another pro. Good.  The pros outweighed the cons, as long as she didn’t die.

                 Now if she could just breathe.

                               ”I did—the right thing, though.                                                                               Right?                                  Mustn’t let—nngh—Captain                                  America. Take a bullet.”

The shot had shocked both of them, staring back  down at her as the blood was seeping past her fingers. She should've let him taken it, it wasn't as if he couldn't handle a gunshot. Not when he had the serum pumping through him. 

                                        "The right thing, yeah, Nat.                                          It was also the stupid thing."

The shield was hovering over their heads, his arm snaking around her waist, tugging her closer as gently as he could. He didn't need her to take more fire than she already did. They had to get out of here, run, whatever. Dammit Natasha.