Prometheus has one of the thugs held so only the tips of his toes are able to tough the ground. No chance for traction or any way to break free other than to scrabble uselessly at the titan's arm holding him aloft. There's a sickening crack of metal against bone as the larger thug Daredevil had darted away from to come to Natasha's aid strikes his companion with the pipe from the shirt racks in trying to hit Daredevil.

Suddenly he's the only assailant left standing with no way out. Before he can make another lunge for any of them, Natasha draws her own pistol and aims it squarely between his eyes. Every detail of her face says she's going to murder him and feel nothing.

"That's...enough." The safety's still on. Her bluff will make the man pause long enough for either of her companions to finish the job and knock the guy out. Natasha doesn't move until he's down but once he is she's putting away her gun. Leaning heavily against the wall while she looks around. Stacked up neatly behind the register area are their missing boxes of medical supplies, still safely boxed up.