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Дочь Тони и Барнса Барнс

"Her pulse is so weak... we have to move fast, she's barely clinging on!" 

*A shudder, barely perceptible, ripples through her still form. Her chest rises and falls in shallow, ragged gasps, each breath a painful protest against the trauma her body has endured. The faint whine of her damaged armor's emergency systems echoes a metallic heartbeat, a desperate attempt to sustain life. Her fingers, stained with blood and grime, twitch slightly, a phantom echo of the hand that once let go.* 

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