The pickup truck sped away for its life, and the collapsing ground behind them had its limits after all. They successfully escaped the danger zone.
However, they were already nearly three kilometers away. Through the dense curtain of rain, they could barely make out that the battle was still continuing over there.
Natasha stopped the truck. This was considered a relatively safe area, so she climbed out of the cab and jumped into the truck bed to see if she could wake the two unconscious men.
Bucky had suffered a severe blow to the back of his head and would probably need a hospital, but Doctor Pym was not in too bad a condition.
After she zapped him with the Widow's Sting, he sprang right up.
After watching Pym perform an impromptu breakdancing routine, Natasha shrugged at Janet.
"I brought your husband back to life. Why are you looking at me like that?"
"You electrocuted him!"
Janet bared her claws like an angry kitten, as though she were about to scratch Natasha.
Natasha laughed, seductively swept back her hair, and sat down on Steve's other side. She pulled out a pair of binoculars and watched the distant battlefield. "That only proves you weren't capable enough to wake your own man. What does that have to do with me?"
"Who saves people like that? Couldn't you have been a little gentler? You scorched all his chest hair." Janet lovingly supported Hank and helped him sit down to catch his breath. "Out of his whole body, his chest hair is the manliest part. Now you've fried it. Smell it."
The air was indeed filled with the stench of burnt protein, but Natasha had no desire to smell it.
She stuck out her tongue. "That just means the voltage I set wasn't high