Motorcycle wheels squealed to life right under the pair, as yet another Avenger arrived fresh on the scene. At the time of the red alert Clint had also been asleep. That's the price one pays for a night of movie marathons. He'd stayed up way too late watching all the Terminator movies the night before. Ah, Net flix. The call had awoken him, in full zombie mode on the common room couch. Fuck it. It's not like he got to shoot at mermaids every day. He had raced to get ready and then whirled out of the Avenger's garage. All on a crotch rocket zooming down the street at an even nintey miles per hour.
As Hawkeye rolled up on the Atlantean army, he quickly un slung his bow and began unloading. Every once in awhile sparing a glance over at the other two morons on his team that shared this death wish. "Hey guys. So, what the fuck is this non-sense? I haven't even gotten breakfast yet. Computer get every hero out here now! You goddamn avatar fuck-faces!" Although the three of them were somewhat out gunned at the moment, Hawkeye was fairly confident his good looks and speed at the bow would get them far.