“What? Nothing wrong with taking a little souvenir. Besides, if he’s not here..he won’t miss it.” Explained Clint as logically as he could considering Wanda’s behavior. She was acting like the wall would come down at any moment. Well, good point. Best not to linger. Still, they had one thing over the old bastard. A bit of intelligence on the the island and his prized crown. Yeah, that a big fuck you. Show ‘em what happens when he messed with the Avengers. We come in and rob you. Wait, that wasn’t right.. well, whatever.
So the trail went on to a different portion of the house. Past doorways and side passages and all manner of secret entrances. The main point it drove in for Clint was just how paranoid this guy really was. As their path into the house led on they came into what seemed to be a different section of the house entirely. Though it was kind of hard to tell. He felt like she’d led him in some sort of weird zig-zag way. Fuck, where were they again? Oh right. Cells below. “No problem.” Hawkeye quickly switched arrows for a very specific tip and then took aim. A large blast rocketed the door apart creating a large hole. The alarms went off from inside and hurried shrill shouting could heard from the inside.
Before Wanda could move Clint stepped in front of her and motioned for her to wait. “Hold it.” He noticed another arrow and waited as the sounds of people moving towards them increased. Once he spotted a target slipping up on them he let loose a barrage of arrows across the room taking down a handful of mutants. One of them gurgled and started spouting fire from his finger tips as he took an arrow to the knee. Ouch. With that out of the way Clint rushed forward and moved into the prison complex. Now where could Quicksilver be?