Ivy here. Still.
For those of you who wonder why Miranda doesn't get a lot of time talking, it's because she was unconscious or close to it for almost all of this. Just thought I'd clear that up.
Hawkeye tugged harder on my hair, pulling my head even further back. The cold tip of the knife pressed harder into my neck. I was afraid for my life in that moment.
It's not that I'm not particularly afraid of dying – if I die, I go to heaven, I hope. It's more what happens to get me there that worries me.
He let go and punched me in the face. I fell back, my head hitting the wall, the taste of blood filling my mouth. I scrambled to my feet, only for two kicks to the ribs to knock me down again.
He leaned down and Something bit into the side of my neck. I groaned as everything went blurry. Hawkeye waited a moment, then prodded me with his foot. Waves of pain washed through my entire body, but my body barely twitched.
He picked me up off the ground and threw me over his shoulder.
"Hold it, Clint."
It was Black Widow's voice.
"You might hit her, Nat," he said.
"You know I've got better aim than that."
He pulled me off his shoulder, wrapping his arm around my neck, the only reason I was able to stay upright. A sharp knife point pressed into my throat. In front of us was the blurry figure of Black Widow, her bright red hair standing out in my blurring vision. She had a gun aimed at us. Something wet trickled down my neck.
I lifted both arms up, grasping his arm and trying to pull it down. He pressed the knife point in a little harder, but I managed to slide under his arm. I fell hard to the ground.
He tried to pull me up again, but Black Widow was on him, yanking him off me. I pulled myself out of the way and toward the wall.
The next thing I was aware of, aside from pain, was someone rolling me onto my back.
"Stay awake," ordered Black Widow, starting to inspect my injuries.
My ribs screamed – a couple were probably broken, though I'd never broken a rib before so I wasn't sure. I'd lost most of my vision from one eye, from swelling, I guessed. Her fingers brushed the side of my neck, the exact spot where the needle – I assumed it was a needle - had entered my neck.
That hurt worse than anything I'd ever experienced. It burned, like fire – no, like acid – no, that's too mild a comparison. It sent waves of pain shooting through my body, just from a gentle touch, and I couldn't flinch away. Things blurred even more.
Footsteps sounded. "What happened?" asked a male voice.
"Hawkeye," replied Black Widow. "She needs medical attention – he injected her with something – but I can't leave Clint."
Everything started to blur together as a metal arm slid under my back, then everything went dark.