At least Bobbi hit the ground on her feet, but she was still wondering how to get through that barrier without breaking her other hand when Magneto ripped the bullet out. It could have been the taint of nostalgia, cushioned by distance and foggy memory, but she was sure it hurt a lot less going in. The last of the weights fell and bounced on the ground but Bobbi wouldn't fall, lurching forward with a raw sound pulled from her throat but not hitting the ground. Magneto gave her just long enough to feel the blood seep hot across her back before the first table hit her and took her down.
It was fine down here, cool, even, out of Magneto's crosshairs, and Bobbi realized she was trembling in shock while she stared blurrily at the hand that had to be hers. She only heard Hammer saying 'I'll do what you want', the wet doormat, and none of what he was agreeing to. Only grunting in protest was unbecoming, so Bobbi made it a groan of effort as she pushed a table from her back to sit up on her knees and level a challenging stare on Magneto. He's an idiot, don't listen to him. We're not doing anything for you. Backup, Coulson, right away. "Behind you," was all that came out, and a shaky jerk of her chin at the undead army slowly shuffling their way through the battered wall.