[Phil tries sitting up, but all he manages to do instead is wince violently and groan.

Ow.]

It's—

[He doesn't know he's about to echo Natasha's words exactly. Except when he says them, they're more rushed, more urgent—and, unlike Natasha, he doesn't bother trying to hide the emotion behind them.

His back may hurt, but this hurts much more.]

I've been compromised. When Loki stabbed me, I think... I think his staff was enchanted or something. What happened to you is happening to me. Slower, but.

I know he's in there.