Nothings ruptured, but she's torn up enough that she's losing a lot of blood and the pain is somewhat blinding. "Good." Tasha tried to smile, but even that hurt.

There's a loud curse before Clint's voice comes over the communicator. "What? WHY?!? What happened?"

Natasha can hear him, even though it's fuzzy. Everything fuzzy and she's so damn cold. She picked a very bad day to not wear the re-enforced cat suit but there was that incident with the acid a few days back and it's still in repairs. "Steve, I'm..." She closes her eyes, trying to shake her head. "Don't leave them. I'll be fine. I...I promise." She might be lying. She doesn't know.