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The bang from the gun was deafening and I squeezed my eyes shut. As brave as I acted, I couldn't watch the bullet hit me. Everything had drowned out and my mind was screaming that I was dead. There's no way I'm making it out of this, but then a voice I hadn't expected broke through and my eyes snapped open.
Immediately I locked eyes with Ben. He seemed shocked, his brows knitted together and I frowned, his eyes tore away from mine as his hand came up to the front of his shirt. There was a dark spot in the middle of his chest and I gasped, looking back up at his face before his eyes rolled back and his body went limp, slamming against the cold concrete floor with a shuddering finality.
"Can't believe that worked!" Barry quipped from behind me.
I spun around to see he had unlatched Clark and was helping him up. Still shocked, I just stood there watching Barry keep Clark's large and heavy body up, a large arm was swung over Barry's slim shoulders.
"Wha-?"
"Cyborg and I realized something was wrong. So here we are. Let's get out of here first. He's heavy and I'd like to move you both at the same time." Barry explained quickly, his words slurring together as he reached for me. His sentences just blended together sometimes.
His dark red gloved hand held onto me, pulling me into him, his arm wrapping around my torso.
"Do you have us?" I asked skeptically.
He smirked, "I guess we'll find out."
And then my stomach lurched into my throat as he set off.
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The cold concrete of Bruce's floor was the first thing I felt when we came to a shuddering halt. Pulling myself from Barry's hold I shot forward, doubling over as stomach acid surged up my throat. My head was spinning, and I felt so cold, and shivering I fell to my knees retching again.
"Annie?" Cyborg's voice was behind me and I could feel his mechanical hands grasp at my waist to pull me up.
"She's been poisoned." Clark said as he began to regain his composure.
Being away from the kryptonite was helping, and I glanced up at him briefly before Cyborg pulled me into his arms. It was so quick that I felt my stomach roll again and I sobbed.
"I'm going to puke!" I gasped, holding a hand to my clenched lips.
"I'm all metal. Don't try to force it back down," Cyborg responded.
I couldn't if I wanted to, and I tried to lean away to puke over his arm and away from me but I couldn't. It spilled from my mouth and splashed against my tank top. Now covered in blood, dirt and vomit. Cyborg rushed to the medical wing in the lair. He quickly deposited me onto the table and moved about the room.
