“Right, that’s right,” Clint muttered as he glanced towards the would be robber with the hands up. “Hands sky high there,” He had his bow raised and an arrow ready but had no intention of shooting people that were surrendering. He felt a bit like a sheriff in the western movies he had use to like watching on Sunday afternoons growing up, bank robberies, they never went out of style for the criminal set it was true but there was just something classic about them. He liked it.
To the remaining hostages, who were still milling around he called out; “And that’s right, it was Hawkeye and –“ He glanced over at his partner in this heroic saving the day action. “Silk,” then slightly more quietly; “Your still going by that? Right?” People changed names and costumes and sometimes Clint didn’t keep up. Still, it was only fair that she got credit for things here.