Aaron did not release Natasha until the medical team reached them. Even then, his arms tightened before he finally allowed the doctors to transfer her onto a stretcher. Natasha was exhausted, but she was conscious enough to notice how hard his jaw had become. He had barely said anything since taking her from Caleb’s arms, and that silence worried her more than shouting would have. “I can walk,” she murmured. “You were being carried by a Cerberus five minutes ago. You can survive being pushed on a stretcher.” Natasha almost smiled, but his expression stopped her. A few feet away, Victor was already turning the chaotic arrival into an organized military operation. Arsenal soldiers secured the road while Ryker directed New Haven troops toward the returning convoy. Evelyn and Stella were placed under armed escort immediately, and Rowan moved toward the stolen Omega equipment with Elias. Then Natasha heard a familiar voice. “Lieutenant.” She turned her head. Nyra was running toward
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