The explosion was still ringing in his ears (well, the hearing aids made it ring in his ears) but Clint shook the cobwebs out of his head just in time to see the last HYDRA agent (it looked like the last at least) yanking a knife out to strike at Phil.
While he was at his best with a bow, Clint had grown up in the circus. Which meant he knew how to hurl a knife accurately. In one smooth, fluid motion that might have made Natasha jealous he hurled his combat knife. It sliced through the air before slamming into the man's back, severing his spine and making him fall to the ground.
Sighing, Clint fell back, holding his side and the ribs he had tweaked in jumping for cover from the bomb. "Can we go home yet?" he whined.