Something had gone wrong, Natasha knew it. Clint had been there; she'd sensed him and now he was gone. It quickly became harder to focus. Her mind faded deeper into blackness; she had no idea how much time had passed since she'd been in the jewelry store; it could have been hours, or days. Her thoughts became clouded, she was losing herself and she knew it, it panicked her more than she'd care to admit. The sensation brought about old memories; feelings of helplessness and desperation.
Clint's absence also bothered her; he was either also incapacitated, or on some crazy quest for revenge which was likely to end up with him hurt or dead; both scenarios worried her, and she was frustrated she couldn't find out what was happening.
Maria sat in-between the two assassins; trying to focus on the notes the medics had been compiling, she felt guilty that they were left alone after their team had been sent away to work. Her eyes kept glancing up to the monitors by Natasha's bed. She'd been deteriorating rapidly, and Clint wasn't doing much better. Hill was worried, Coulson was fretting, and Fury was angry. She could only hope that Stark and Banner were having more success than the SHIELD scientists who'd come up with absolutely nothing of use, and time was rapidly running out for SHIELDs top two field agents.
