The moment something was wrong with the baby, he'd started to run for the telephone. Then instinctively slapped on his bow and quiver.
Then it was Cooper. Then Laura.
He'd grabbed Lila in his arms and started to run, away from the house, trying to carry her away from it, get out of range. But she disintegrated in his arms.
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An octopus's brain is not solely in its head. (It doesn't strictly have a "head" and the brain is actually wrapped around the spinal cord but forget that for the moment.) Neurons are distributed throughout the body and in such concentration in its arms, they literally have minds of their own.
So it was sometimes with Clint. His brain was sluggish, fractured, not catching up quickly enough; but the moment Wanda was in his sights, his hands and arms lowered the bow at once, arrow again pointing to the ground.
"Are you in my mind?" he asked her, almost pleadingly. Let this be a vision. This shouldn't be real. "Or Loki?"