Where anyone else might have smiled, triumphant in getting a weapon away from an enemy, James' expression remains blank as he tosses the gun aside and stalks into the room. Natasha, meanwhile, remains motionless, frozen, as James puts the butt of the rifle to his shoulder to brace it as he takes aim at Clint. The order, thankfully, snaps her out of it, and while she doesn't take a shot at him, too well-trained to startle like that, she does call out.

"James, Oстановись."

If nothing else, he hesitates, glancing in her direction.