Clint let her head in, feeling a pang of – well guilt he guessed it would be. He was the older – no he was the more experienced (and older that too) person on the scene, and neither of them to his understanding where bulletproof. (God, was this was what it was like to start feeling responsible? Ick.) Still, she seemed to have it under control, so Clint used the general chaos as a cover, ducking into the building and heading to the left, and shooting one of the robbers in the foot with an arrow.
That seemed – to piss him off, but the bullet he fried back missed Clint. Bullets flying around wasn’t appealing on several levels, he didn’t want to get hit, he didn’t want Silk to get hit and he really didn’t want any hostages to get hit. So – that meant that first priority was getting rid of the guns.