She blocked his shot. Nobody blocked his shots. Even the Widow had taken his bullets. How had she blocked his shot?
Agent Barnes reassessed his shot. The bracer was the issue; if he could shoot faster than she could block with the bracer--yes. He aimed at her shoulder. His finger began to apply pressure to the trigger, only for it to be whipped out of his hand. His fingers went straight for a knife. But the woman had other plans. The thing she'd used to get his gun was now wrapped firmly around his torso, keeping his arms pinned to his side.
He gave a grunt of frustration. Her question had him grinding to a halt a second later. There was a solid eighteen seconds of silence while Agent Barnes processed this question. "I'm the fist of HYDRA," he said. "I'm the asset. You threatened my handler. I can't fail again." He struggled against the lasso. "Let me go!"