Sam's blowtorch began to sputter and die, and she used the MIG itself to smash through one last car's worth of ice, sheer force of heavy metal and the swing of arms breaking through enough cold to let a little boy and his mother climb out. She bent over at the waist, catching her breath, and she watched the two badasses in front of her for a second. Yeah, they had it fucking covered, she decided, dropping the destroyed MIG at her feet. She had no idea if she was the "she" in Barton's comment or not and, normally, she would have hung around to find out. Breaking his nose would have been at the top of the list, but yeah, not today.
"Send them to that Waterhouse Clinic," she yelled over the noise and, with a last shove to Natasha's arm (and a "stay fucking safe, and have Shai call me once she's back"), she disappeared into the chaos.