Airport Scene
“We’re still friends, right,” Nat huffed while Clint held her down with a smile.
“Depends on how hard you hit me,” he joked back as she flipped him to gain control. Just as she was about to kick out at Clint a red glow wrapped around her foot pausing the battle. Clint and Nat both stared at each other in surprise before Nat was brutally flung away into a shipping crate, the resounding clang following the harsh hit.
Clint straightened and looked at Wanda in shock. That hit could have killed Nat, who wasn’t enhanced.
“You were pulling your punches,” she reprimanded in a heavy accent before turning away to continue the fight.
Clint stopped for a moment and took stock, looking around at the violence. Tony and Rhodes were both firing at the projectiles being sent their way and trying to corral the fighters with little success. In the corner, Steve had just dropped a shipping container on the young hero Spiderman who was struggling to hold the weight as Steve made a snappy remark and walked away.
He thought back to the fuel tanker that Scott had thrown at the beginning of their fight, scattering his wayward teammates as they tried to avoid an insane blast hurled by a hero that he had never fought beside before.
And Wanda had just turned on Nat and tossed her aside like yesterday’s trash. It was eerily similar to how she had reacted with Ultron. She wasn’t even willing to fight before she sent Vision through several stories of concrete the night previously, and now she was lecturing him on trying not to injure his long-time friend—the Godmother of his three children.
Clint stood up abruptly and looked at Wanda, who had just tossed Rhodes aside like he wasn’t wearing a bulkier model of the Iron Man suit. He nodded once, took aim, and fired an arrow that landed a concussive blast on Wanda, NO, Maximoff.
Wanda struggled up with a few scrapes and bruises just as Clint walked up to her. She looked at him in surprise.
“Clint,” she began, confused.
“You’re right. No more pulling punches. It’s dangerous.” With that Clint stuck and electronic arrow against her forehead just as he did when she was fighting alongside Ultron. How had he forgotten that! It was so easy to forget when she had been crying over her brother. But she certainly hadn’t cried over Vision or Nat.
Clint turned after Wanda had fallen unconscious and shot another arrow at Scott. He dropped in surprise as well. By now, Tony had caught on and teamed up with Rhodes and Spiderman to capture Sam. Steve and Barnes were running like mad for the hangar holding the jet.
Clint wasn’t called Hawkeye for nothing. He aimed and shot an explosive arrow at the hangar doors, blowing up the entrance and stopping any form of escape.
“Clint,” Sam called in horrified shock. “What are you doing man?”
“No, Wilson. What were we all doing? Look at this mess!” Clint turned and faced Tony. “Steve said there is a world-level threat that the Accords were keeping you from acting. Did he mention that?”
“You mean he was serious just now,” Tony yelled in surprise. “I thought he was just bullshitting me to save Barnes and Maximoff again!”
“Save Maximoff,” Clint asked harshly as he glared at Tony.
“Clint, she just went on an unsanctioned mission in South Africa of all places and blew up a building that resulted in the deaths of more than twenty people. She’s on probation until Lagos gets a full review. If it doesn’t go her way, she’ll lose her Visa AND her Avenger status. She can’t afford any type of notoriety right now,” Tony sighed in aggravation. “Steve just can’t handle the political realities involved in these missions. I could have asked for an emergency mission and been off to fix this issue with a full team in less than an hour!”
“That’s what I thought,” Clint sighed. “OK. Let’s get this figured out then. I’m supposed to be on vacation with my kids right now.