Natasha stayed where she was, gun still clutched in her hand, until she heard Coulson’s order. Letting out a breath she pushed back to her feet and moved quickly to the car, depositing herself smoothly into the backseat. Only then did she set her gun aside.

“This wasn’t exactly the mission we signed up for,” she said. Reaching under the passenger seat in front of her she pulled out a first aid kit and set it on the seat beside her before finally slumping back and giving herself a moment to rest.