Clint is not Legolas (imnotlegolas) wrote in newalliance, @ 2016-05-10 16:21:00 |
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Entry tags: | hawkeye i, mockingbird |
Who: Clint, Open to anyone in SHIELD
What: Clint's assignment gets explosive
Where: Somewhere along the Hungary-Serbian border
When: May 10 (Aftermath subthread takes place a few days later, someone still needs to save the damsel in distress though)
Rating: Mediumish, update if needed
Once, Clint would have liked it if his missions could be completed without any kind of problem. He swore, if it wasn't one thing it was another. This was suppose to have been a simple mission of tracking the sale of black market arms to their buyer so SHIELD could go in later to take down the whole network. And things, at first, had gone smoothly. Clint had placed the tracking device on several weapon crates back in Budapest before they left and had trailed them (carefully, he swore!) to the border of Hungary and Serbia. Unfortunately that was where things had gone to shit.
The tracking devices were still tucked away. That wasn't the issue. The issue had been when a lone police car had tried to stop one of the trucks. And given Clint had been following at a decent distance on a motorcycle, well he had no choice but to come across the scene and had promptly been shot at. He had evaded the bullets and grabbed his pack, hitting the button for back up along the way. But there wasn't much in the way of cover against automatic weapons.
But with the tracking gone to shit he fell back on Plan B. Which meant he needed to get close to the trucks to plant some semtex and blow the trucks to hell. Firing off a few shots from his bow, he hauled ass to the nearest truck, digging out a block of semtex and planting it on the gas tank. A few more arrow shots later and he repeated the process for each of the three trucks. Task done, he began running as fast as he could away from the trucks so he could clear the distance before hitting the detenator.
What it was, he wasn't sure. But something, possibly a stray bullet or perhaps one of the idiots hurling a grenade, landed close to one of the trucks while Clint was still within the blast range. Whatever it was, it set the charges off. The shockwave of the blasts sent Clint hurling through the air and he slammed hard against a fallen tree. He felt his head crack against it and crumpled to the ground.
He blinked dazedly, his eyes struggling to focus as he blearily looked around. Limply he reached up with his hand and rubbed at his ears, blinking when he pulled it away and saw blood. Pain won out though and he slumped back down, trying to get his bearings back and failing.
"...think I'd rather've been shot in the ass..." his voice slurred quietly.