Lol Fury instead!
Fury wasn't too far behind, veering off from another fight that just finished when he saw a fucking flying rhino and Clint Barton behind chased by it. You call for the Avengers and what do you get? The one without any super powers. Not that he didn't think Hawkeye was up to the task, it was just that this was one of those times the angry green giant would've come in handy. Oh well, this whole thing was Fury's fuck up anyway, he'd take what he could get.
Coming up beside Barton, Nick powered up his energy weapon and glanced behind him every few seconds to see if the thing was gaining on them at all. It was, really fucking fast. The weapon's beam was only half-powered but Nick figured fuck it, and pivoted to drop to a knee, take aim, and shoot the thing in the face. Even without full power, the energy was enough to send it spiraling into a building and crashing to the ground, down but not out. While it was disoriented Fury turned his gun to charge-mode again and panted to Clint, "It's a level three. Hope you've got something to pack a punch." Maybe Barton could keep it at bay between charges of Nick's weapon, and between them he figured they could take it out, eventually. A strange honking roar above them interrupted his train of thought and Fury glanced up to see that their flying rhino beastie apparently had a twin. An angry twin, ready to dive bomb them. What a shitty morning this was turning out to be.