Clint was about to argue and grumble with her but that Rock-mutant was getting closer by the second. There was simply no time for nonsense now. He turned and continued his trend of shooting first and asking questions later. Just how many of these thugs did Magneto have anyway? There was a small army pouring out the woodworks. Thankfully, Hawkeye wasn’t out of ammo just yet. That was when Pietro had to go and open his fat mouth. “Will you shut up Princess Peach? We’re trying to save your ass. Now move!” Hopefully that would stall further complaints from the peanut gallery. God, here’s hoping a sonic arrow did something to this approaching juggernaut. Clint aimed and let loose a choice trick shot at the mutant just as it got within swinging range. At once the sonic blasters went off filling the Rock guy’s ear drums with terrible agony. Clint didn’t wait around to see what happened next. He couldn’t. Wanda pulled him along like a tug boat. Ow, ow.. “Ok. Got the idea.”
So they ran. And ran. Out of the fire, back into the frying pan. Once the trio made it back into the mansion, Clint spared a glance around for any attacks. There was nothing yet, but everyone knew they were far from safe. He took rear to cover their tracks, with Wanda lead, and Pietro snug in the middle. This could still work. Most of the plan was still solid. They just had to get to the beach.