Carol was pretty salty, she didn't mind so much Barton's mout. It was a fact that the military was made up mostly of guys, she had heard that and worse while stationed overseas. It just came part and parcel with the job. Beside her and Clint had been with SHIELD since the beginning days of the organization. They had a way about that them involved lots of swearing, foul language and lewd gestured. She'd never know how in a million years he had gotten someone to marry him. Someone would have to explain that one to her.
"Of course I'm right," Clint chimed in when Robin said Hawkeye was right, and continued to dig through the gear.
"Quit hogging," she said and yanked him by the shoulder, effectively removing him from the wagon and grabbed some gear for herself. She took a few stakes and secured them in her belt as well as one of the guns and an axe. She hefted the latter in her hands. The weight of it felt like a sledge hammer... and instantly she was transported back to Afghanistan for a moment. She had killed all of those people with a sledge hammer. This would be no different. Carol's expression darkened considerable just after she snapped out of her daze.
"Lets do this."
"Yeah, I'm good to go, too." Clint confirmed, after inspecting the arrows that came with the crossbow. Deadly!