Elevators (Romanogers Fanfic)

Part 57

Clint's POV:

Nat took off in the other direction, I follow her as she can't be right in her mind to be running towards the high pitched terrified sounding scream. I turn the corner a second after Nat and see the Agent Natasha sent out with the kid lying on the floor with 3 bullet holes seeping blood out of his chest. Nat bends down and checks his pulse before looking back up at me and shaking her head slightly. She shuts his eyes and stands back up before panic fills her face.

"Lydie?!" She calls out, I look at her confused for a moment before remembering the little girls name. "Lydie! Где вы?" (Where are you?) She keeps calling out to her.

I look around the space when I hear a small whimper, "Nat..." I trail off as I see a small shoe poking out from a bush.

Natasha curses and runs over to the bush, she bends down and I hear her say something to Lydie that I don't quite make out but the next thing I know there's a small cry of pain coming from the girl before Nat lifts her out of the rose bush. I see large cuts all along her arms and legs before I see a head lac that will definitely need stitches, not to mention the heavily bleeding wound in her stomach that looks suspiciously like a gunshot wound re-opened along with a fresh one dangerously close to her stomach.

"Nat," I whisper, she's loosing a lot of blood really quickly. When she doesn't respond I say into the comms, "Hill, we're going to need med evac."

"What? For who?" Her slightly panicked voice comes over the comms.

I hesitate before answering, knowing I'm about to get yelled at. "An 8 year girl"

"CLINTON BARTON, YOU GOT AN 8 YEAR OLD CHILD HURT ENOUGH THAT THEY NEED MED EVAC?" Hill screams at me.

"No, Maria, I didn't get a child-" I cut myself off when Natasha gives me a stern look, "Just get some form of medical over here." Hill huffs something about me being irresponsible and telling my wife about how stupid I am, which of course she already knows.

"Nononononono," Nat mutters and I look over to her as she taps Lydie's face lightly after her small body goes limp. I walk closer to her and see that she's barely breathing, Nat puts her on the ground and put her ear close to her chest and puts 2 fingers against her neck to feel her pulse and breathing. That's when she starts CPR on an 8 year old. "Come on, come on, come on." She looks up at me with a terrified expression, "Well don't just stand there, cover me!" I shoot several arrows.

Natasha's POV:

This can not be happening. It can't, not again. I press down on her chest, over and over again, trying to keep the little blood she has left in her body circulating. I hear guns firing, screaming from all directions, Hill screaming orders into my ear. But the only thing I really register, is the sound of my heartbeat in my ears as I try to revive this innocent little girl.

I don't know how long I've been on the ground for, it could be a couple minutes or it could be an hour. I only look up from the pale, freckled face in front of me when Clint yells something about medical being here and that they will take care of her.

I check Clint's watch, "She's been down for about 5 minutes." I say as someone takes over compressions, "Johnson, how's it going inside?"

"It'd be a lot better if someone who actually knew their way around this place was here, but other then that just swell." She replies with an impressive amount of sarcasm in her voice.

I roll my eyes, "Stay where you are, I'm on my way." With that I sprint towards the building while Clint yells something behind about how Lydie was going to be fine and to not do anything stupid. Of course I can't just do what he says.