Both Carol and Clint were eager to settle the score, although the former was much more volatile than than the latter. And not much of a team player, to boot. Well, neither of them were, to be fair, but for very different reasons. Carol was a hot shot, Clint was an assassin. You didn't make many friends in the business. But still, if it meant kicking Mojo's ass to the opposite end of the galaxy — sign them up! They wanted in on that action, they could figure out how to work as a team long enough to get the job done.
Neither of them actually had costumes, although Clint was much more easily recognizable dressed in all black and carrying his recurve. Who could that be? There were only so many archers to chose from, all color-coded for convenience. It was pretty obvious. Carol, on the other hand, wasn't as easily distinguished. She was still tall and muscular to be sure, in her teenage form, she wasn't filling out that Ms. Marvel costume like she had once before and didn't even bother with it when she got zapped into being a teenager. Instead, she was wearing jeans and a denim jack, sleeves rolled up and then ends of her pants tucked into her boots, looking incredibly militant a sixteen year old with an assualt rifle. She would have come with two rifles, but she had lost one in the cartoon challenge when the barrel had been twisted into a pretzel... But finally a challenge suited to her skill set she thought sardonically as she swept her gaze around. Blessed relief she didn't have any loved ones here.
Clint on the other hand immediately focused on his wife and then his partner, his expression hardening. If Cap was right... He wouldn't want them that way anyways. It would be a mercy killing.
"We need higher ground. Zombie killing 101 one," he confirmed and nocked a trick arrow, one with a grappling hook for a tip. He pulled back on his bow towards the roof of the nearest building. His arrow found its mark, as it always did, sprang upon and embedded into the roof. "You got the girls?" He asked, glancing at Superman, and pulling line attached the arrow taut.
Carol frowned. Not being able to fly was bullshit and gave Superman an inhospitable glare.