Clint smirked at Quicksilver and rolled his eyes visibly at him. He strung anther shot and kept on firing. He was aiming mostly for incapacitating hits here. Most of which were on the shoulder or upper arm. Some even landed right into a few trigger hands. "Just like old times, eh, Jan?" He offered Wasp apologetically wondering if their luggage was intact. They were starting things out with bang so far, huh.
Still, he had to keep in mind he was the front man here. What would Cap say right about now? Probably some BS about keep everyone on task. Yeah. "Let's try to keep some of them conscious, gang. We need to find out who ordered this hit."