Holy shit! Holy-fuck.. Clint stumbled to his feet as the very metal beneath him groaned from the strain of Wanda losing her abilities. Barton stood and scowled at everything. This was quite the nightmare, and this psycho needed to go down. Ok, quick access of the options available. Magneto was here and just wrecking shop. Wanda was down, and so was Pietro. That meant it was just the two of them left and there was no way they could take this freak. Perhaps he could distract the bastard though? Clint readied his bow and took careful aim with one of his trickshots. Luckily this one in particular was plastic in design and should be able to reach the force field of Mags at the very least. Which was all Clint needed in order for the affect to reach the super villain. He shot directly at the center of Magneto's chest and watched his arrow fly towards his mark. As soon as it hit the force field protecting Mags it stopped and let out a powerful wave of sonic sound that tore through the air with deadening pitch.
Hawkeye could only hope that shot would give both of them time to salvage the situation. Janet had the ship, he could tell that as soon as she dived overboard. He knew all about her giant growing abilities. If she was going for that, he needed to take on pulling the downed team mates out of the line of fire. Barton ran over to Wanda. He stopped just a foot away and peered down at her injuries. "Just-FUCK!" The only thing he could right now was try and wrap her up with some bandages and pull her out of the goddamn line of fire. It would have to just do for now.
After throwing Wanda over his back, Clint ran over to Pietro's body and pulled the propeller off of him with a solid shove. "Hold on Quickie. Just hold on!" He looked the boy over turned on his back. He wasn't as bad off as Madam Maximoff, but he was sure out of the fucking fight. Great. That meant Clint had to carry two bodies.