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You’re S.H.I.E.L.D. agents, though, and you’re not going to go down without a fight. And fight you do, using every trick arrow in your arsenal and then the ordinary ones, three at a time until you’re completely out. Sitwell hasn’t had bullets for his gun in ages, so he’s pulling out every stop on every martial arts technique he knows, but both of you can tell it’s not enough.

You’re losing badly. There’s blood running down into your eyes from somewhere above your hairline, forcing you to blink every few seconds and messing up your vision. Sitwell’s holding one arm funny, trying to shield it with his body while he fights with the other hand and both feet. You’re going under, both of you, and the thought flashes across your mind - you could call for help - but you know that if you do, you’ll be risking someone else’s life, too. Neither of you has any idea how many more goons Hydra has left to throw at you.

At least your last update from Coulson let you know that Bruce and Natasha have been safely airlifted out by now.

To call for help, turn to page 100.