Stevenson would pay for that. Later, when Clint could afford to think about anything but the fact that Natasha was hurt. He moved forward quickly, his heart pounding in his chest as he scooped Natasha up in his arms and held her there.

"Nat," he said, his voice low and urgent. "Look at me, you're going to be all right. You hear me?" The words caught in his throat as he moved with one hand to apply pressure to the wound and tried to support her neck with his other hand.

"Agent down," he called into the comm. "North entrance."

Stevenson kneeled beside him, opened his mouth and Clint grabbed him by the tie and slammed his head down into a railing. Stevenson slumped sideways against it.

He looked back down at Natasha, his face falling with worry. "Nat, stay with me." He held her a little closer, feeling her blood trickle through his fingers. "It's going to be all right."