Klaus didn't sleep well during normal circumstances but especially not when there was danger about. He blamed the war and the superhero lifestyle that he was trained for. He had been laying on the couch with his cat, listening to him purr when he'd only just managed to nod off...
Then there was a loud banging noise. He scrambled to his feet, his heart pounding, as he realized someone was talking about Clint. Were they trying to tell him that Clint had been hurt? His body seized, but he pushed through it and towards the door.
"What is---" he asked as he swung open the door. It took him a long second to realize he was staring at the beast. He had died. He had gone back and forth to the after world. He had never seen anything like this. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw one of the Kate's.
"Fuck man, your not supposed to hit ladies, even I know that." He smirked. "Don't suppose we can settle this with a fiddle contest?"
Music! Okay, cool. But he'd left his phone on the couch in his hurry to answer the door. "I'm gonna keep this guy busy, get my phone." He told the woman. He focused, conjuring a handful of spirits. If nothing else it could distract him for a moment.