So Pietro wanted to know what was happening, huh? Well, what was happening was Clint was being bad ass. Yeah. Those Mutants never knew what hit them. They just kept coming for them and Clint sent arrow after arrow at the whole of ‘em. “Anytime, Wanda. Anytime now.” He mumbled with an annoyed expression. He knew how the twins got with being reunited and stuff. Point is they were running out of fucking time here. Half of Hawkeye’s quiver was empty. Hopefully Pietro could still walk. That would be the kicker. Clint remembered hearing stories about the last time their dear old dad had one of his little fits. Took out Quicksilver’s damn knees. What fucking psychopath.
The line of guards began to trickle down then as one massive stone like Mutant came running up and around the hallway. Clint shot off an exploding arrow but it had no effect what so ever. Whoever this guy was, he was coming for them. Looked mean too. “How wonderful”, Barton turned sharply and ran up to the pair with a hiss. “We have to go..NOW.”