If Hawkeye had known the sort of help Wanda considered to apply towards his situation he might have preferred the spider. But, unfortunately he didn't get a vote. He was as helpless as could be. Webbed up neat and tight- and currently plummeting down. So unless Wanda acted quickly Clint was going to fall to his death.
Describing the thoughts and patterns that covered Clint's were impossible. One moment he was human, with human wants and desires and the next it was entirely feline. The spell took affect sharply. There was a shift of focus. Escape and territory control seemed to be the primary focus of his life now. That and trying to catch butterflies with his paws. Oh the humanity.
Hawkeye the kitty-cat clawed his way out of the now absurdly large webbing, and leaped on a tree branch. "Merrrow." He looked about and then promptly rubbed the side of the tree bark to get some of the stick webbing off. After that, it was time to clean. He sat down and started licking himself. Goddamn you, Wanda Maximoff.