The problem with this place was that it had very clearly once been California. Well. It was still California, but did it matter what a place was called when no one inhabited it? The point was that it wasn't as easy to find abandoned weapons and ammo stores in places like California. There'd be no reupping on arrows if they ran out. Not until they got back to the hotel where they could find the time to craft more.
So Clint was mostly just saving all his good ones for a really important moment. Never knew when you were gonna need a well placed 'splodey arrow, after all.
"I've got a net arrow," he responded, loud over the buzzing -- it didn't seem to matter how loud they were. The bugs knew. He was up a tree a few feet away, wondering over the logistics of just...tackling the bug out of the air instead.
Net arrow was better. Either way though, sooner was better than later because the last thing they needed was a swarm of giant wasps. "Catch?" He asked before tossing it at Kate -- she had the better spot for making that shot -- less foliage, no doubt.