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You have no choice but to ad-lib, so you take off running to the control room, shouting, "Cover me, Tasha!" over your shoulder. She's better at close combat than you are (your sparring records tell you that plainly enough), so you're going to have to be the one that does this.

"Coulson," you gasp into the comms as you run, "gonna need you to help me out on this one."

When you get your hands on the computer keyboard, he starts giving you instructions. Natasha is pacing the room behind you, gun at the ready, and Tony must be waking up back in the room where she's left him and Steve, because every so often when Coulson says something, there's a low, groaning cough into the radio and a mumbled correction. Somehow, Coulson manages to translate them into English for you.

You're just about done entering the final sequence when there's a hand on your shoulder and Natasha right beside you. "Someone's coming," she warns in a low voice.

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