He's greeted with a face full of Steve's shield. This of course knocks him slightly flat, and Steve and Tony to rush in, flanked by two Shield agents. "You two took your goddamn time." Steve grins. "Couldn't let you two marinate any longer, apparently you are too…what was it Fury said?"
"Emotionally compromised in a precarious situation." Tony put in, as he knocks out Drakov. Steve walks over and begins undoing Clint's bindings. "Stark- get Natasha." Tony nods once, and begins undoing the ropes tying her arms above her head. She's half conscious- and once Clint is deemed to be in no mortal danger all of Steve and Tony's energy is focused on her. One of the agents undoes the rest of Clint's ties and then radios for a med team and immediate extraction. Clint listens to Steve and Tony, trying to gauge what's going on.
"Nat- come on, you have to stay awake for me. Natasha. Come on. There you go." That's Steve's voice. He has his hands out as they ease her arms down from where they were tied above her head and it's good because she collapses as soon as her hands are untied. Steve lays her out on the ground and begins trying to do what he can. "Stark- med team on its way?" Tony glances at the agent, who nods. "About 15 minutes out."
"Good. One of you have that first aid kit? We have to stop some of this bleeding." Someone passes it to Tony, who begins unwrapping bandages. They all are reasonably good at patching people up, Steve because of the military, Clint because he's had to patch himself up, and Tony because, well, there isn't much Tony Stark can't figure out.
"Romanov!" That's Tony's voice. "Hey Spidey, you have to stay awake. Shit- her shoulder's dislocated. Careful." There a mumble that Clint can't really grasp. "Yeah, Barton's fine- he's over there. Rogers- help me out here-"
"Natasha, Clint's over there okay? You have to stay down, let us do this." Steve is talking her through what he's doing, trying to keep her conscious. "I can't move you if you're bleeding this much, and I don't want to hurt you more, so Stark and I are packing what we can-stay down, Natasha-, and then if we have to, we'll do emergency sutures on some of the bad ones, okay? Natasha- look at me. There you go." He's remarkably calm; Clint assumes he must have dealt with some casualties before. "Natasha! Stay still. Barton is perfectly fine. Barton- get over here." Clint stands up and Steve plants him by her head. "Keep her awake."
"Hey Natasha." Her eyes are unfocused; she's drifting into a haze of pain and unconsciousness. "No- you have stay with me. You're going to be fine. What's your favorite color?"
"Green." Her words are slurred, but still audible.
"How many tattoos do you have?"
"Two…" He glances at Steve. Steve nods. "I've got her. Nat, you're going to hate me in a second, just brace yourself." He picks her up and she gasps with pain. "I know it hurts, just stay with us, okay?" He turns to Stark and the agents as he runs. "Cover us." There doesn't seem to be much to cover, most of the terrorists Clint can see are dead. Steve is still talking to Natasha. "So, you just had to show Barton up on that whole 'I've broken more bones than you' tally? You had to be competitive." Her face is white with pain, and Steve smiles at her. "Once we get to the chopper they'll give you something, okay?" She shakes her head. "Don't want to sleep." Steve nods. "Okay." He doesn't want to argue.
They get to the assigned pick up zone, and they can see the chopper. "She's still bleeding badly." Stark. "They've got transfusions on the chopper, they should be able to handle that. The closest SHIELD hospital is in Vienna- that's 2 hours away. Do we try and stich her up now?" "No, they'll do that." Natasha's eyes are drifting closed and Steve shakes her a little. "Natasha. Stay awake. You are not allowed to pass out on me. I am the supposed leader of this godforsaken group, and you are not passing out." Steve curses as the chopper lands in front of him. They've taken her out of his arms before anyone can blink, and they are shouting commands to each other and motioning for Clint and Steve to get on the plane, and for the agents to wait for another pick up.
The med people start strapping her to a backboard and that's when she starts to freak. Someone places an oxygen mask over her face and she fights it, thrashing against the straps. Hands immediately move to hold her still and Clint moves. "She was water boarded- don't force the mask!" The med team backs off, someone pulls it off and hands it to Clint. "Get her comfortable with it, she needs to have it on." He sits by her head, places the mask near his own mouth and nose. "Just air, Tasha. That's all it is. Okay?" She nods a little, and he holds it near her face for a few minutes. "Can I put it all the way on now?" Another small nod, and he holds it to her face.
Someone does something near her chest and she flinches. The medic who was working glances at her, and then calls out, "Someone push some midazolam and some morphine-" Natasha shakes her head and tries to speak. Clint rubs the hand not attached to an IV. "Shhhhh, you're fine. It'll just make it hurt less. You won't be asleep, it'll just make it a little more numb." The medic looks at him like he's insane and starts to say something, but then catches his drift. "Agent Romanov, it won't be easy to treat you if you're in the amount of pain you are currently. We need to put in a chest tube and we normally sedate for that. We'll only push a little bit, just enough to take the edge off." They're both flat out lying, but at this point Clint doesn't care. Knock her out, do something. The nurse takes advantage of the opportunity to draw up a syringe and inject it into Natasha's IV line. "That was the midazolam. I'm pushing the morphine now." Natasha relaxes after a second and then her eyes drift shut. The medic smiles at Clint over Natasha's head and then turns back to the rest of the team. "She's out, people. Are we placing that tube or not?"
Clint moves back to where Steve is sitting. They're both covered in Natasha's blood. "What happened?" Clint shakes his head. "We were made- 12 hours into the mission. They knocked us both out, woke up in a basement cuffed to a chair. The man behind it- Drakov- I guess Tasha had a contract on his daughter before she joined SHIELD. That's why he worked on her- didn't figure she'd crack easy but I think he wanted the satisfaction." Steve nods. "Are you alright?" Clint forgot in the moment that he was bloody too. "Yeah. Took them a while and then they started on me." Steve grabs a spare med kit and begins bandaging the cuts that are still bleeding sluggishly. "I'm sorry we couldn't get there sooner. It took Fury a while to convince the council to send us in- they wanted to wait 48 hours. Did they want you to talk?" Clint nods. "How long did they work on her?" He shakes his head. "I don't know. 5 hours?" Steve nods, not saying anything. He reaches out for Clint's bleeding arm, and Clint grabs Steve's hand, offers up a half smile. "Thank you for coming."