With the suit on and ready to go it was time to move on to packing up his gear. Clint shifted and hopped on over to the weapons rack inside his room. He caught a glance from outside and briefly turned to smirk at Wanda. Well, someone liked what they saw there. Heh heh. Ok, arrows.. arrows. What other arrows? Magneto had a lot of guards. And most of the time staby things killed mutants too.
As quickly he could everything was loaded up into the carrying case. Last but not least he bent down to zip his extra pack of ammunition shut. The plan as it were was surprisingly more sound than one might expect. After all, an extensive knowledge of the buildings would be a great help. In the end though, this was still Magneto. Hawkeye was pretty sure security was going to be tight and the men guarding Pietro.. at the very least alpha level mutants. “If we get there, and somehow they find us..I say we just wreck shop. I don’t know about you, but I’ve never been the prisoner type and I don’t intend to start.” With that said, Clint slung the last of his gear back over his shoulders and stood up to move out. “Let’s go.” If they were lucky Pietro would be with the Avengers tonight. If they weren’t well, it wasn’t like anyone had super hero retirement anyway. Oh yeah, just in case Clint packed away some medical supplies. Who knew what kind of condition they were going to find their comrade in and one couldn’t be too careful with that sort of thing.