OT Iron fist
Oh god, cardio! Need to work on cardio! Clint groaned as he lurched to his feet and took off running. Behind him a large hulk size monstrosity roared and then charged him knocking a dumpster aside like it was a cardboard box. One of monster's eyes had already been taken out by Barton's arrows. That was moments ago when Clint had learned too little too late that the creature could fly. And now here they were. Hawkeye huffed and puffed across the nearby street as the monster quickly starting catching up with him. Reloading as he moved, all the while hoping he didn't get hit by a sudden car. He quickly turned and fired an arrow deep into creature's open mouth as it came inches from skewering him. With that done he rolling to the side and into the relative safety of a concrete wall. The creature had fallen back and was frothing and choking on it's new injury.
Honestly it just sounded more pissed then injured. This was bad news for Barton. He was blowing through his trick arrows quickly with all the other things pouring out and he'd hoped he could take of this one relatively quick. Seems that wasn't going to be the case. Oh well, how much difficulty could it be to shoot out one more eye? It was only a huge flying rhino monster.. that was standing upright and coming at him again. Here we go! Cardio time.