Natasha narrows her eyes, slamming her body against the door to pin the offending arm, but it just pushes back, reaching around to grab her injured arm and holding it tightly against her side, adding pressure to her wound. She chokes back a pained sound, leaning heavily against the door.
"This isn't going to work," she says, more for herself than him.
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Date: 2012-08-12 04:35 pm (UTC)"This isn't going to work," she says, more for herself than him.