On three, Jaeger puts everything he's got into lifting and pulling at the same time, muscles bunching and flexing through his shirt as he puts everything he's got into hauling Yelena out of the sand pit.

It's a fraught moment of uncertainty, wondering if she's going to get out, or if the whole thing is going to crumble. Maybe he won't be strong enough, but she's pushing off against what footing she can get and, dammit, he needs to do this. He can taste grit and salt, clouds of sand everywhere in the sudden explosion of effort, but he holds on as tight as he can.