[They both round a corner from opposite sides; and find themselves face to face.
Barton has a knife in his hand, raised about to throw, which he instantly pulls back and down to his side when he recognizes Rogers.
He gives a military but somewhat less-than-crisp nod—]
Cap'n…
[—before the reason he's holding a knife not his bow becomes apparent: his other hand is gripping a bleeding wound under his ribs on his knife-throwing side. He drops the knife as his knees finally decide they've had enough and buckle under him.]
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Barton has a knife in his hand, raised about to throw, which he instantly pulls back and down to his side when he recognizes Rogers.
He gives a military but somewhat less-than-crisp nod—]
Cap'n…
[—before the reason he's holding a knife not his bow becomes apparent: his other hand is gripping a bleeding wound under his ribs on his knife-throwing side. He drops the knife as his knees finally decide they've had enough and buckle under him.]