
bobbi looked over at clint, keeping herself ducked behind a turned over table, clint laying beside her, bleeding. A LOT. she was banged up herself, tired, but clint needed to get out of here as soon as he could. she peeked up over the table at the people shooting at them and lifted up her own gun, sending out a few bullets before ducking down again. ❛ don’t worry, i’l buy you dinner as soon as we’re done. and after we get you stitched up. ❜