The bio bomb of rotten flesh just about rocked Clint unconscious. He lay very still for a moment and then abruptly started chocking and coughing. God, it felt like he'd swallowed some of that creature. Was it in his eyes? Fuck! He tried rolling over and felt his stomach churning ready to vomit at any moment. He could be infected now. There could some of that monster inside him about to take over. He'd seen the reports and generally knew what happened. Nausea settled in then and a pounding headache took over. Was that Wasp just now flying by? He looked around still very ill and on the brink of conscious and thought he saw Pietro or Wanda or something. Fuck, he just wanted to find a hole and crawl in to die. There wasn't a whole lot of energy left in him. The defense of compound had taken everything he'd had.