And there was his opening. Jessica hurled Hawkeye like the superhuman she was, and he flew across the apartment. Though, thankfully he was able to use the momentum of her throw to jerk his bow off the ground and into his hand be he hit the floor with his shoulder. Off. God dammit, this was starting to hurt! Well, at least he had not broken any bones yet.
He came up off the ground a little worse for the wear, but with his weapon in his hand.
“You’ve gotten soft, Spider-Bitch. I’ll send Viper your regards. But in the meantime, here’s a good bye.”
He raised his bow and shot off one of his trick arrows. Half a moment later the apartment room was in engulfed in flames. Feeling confident of salvaging the situation, Clint activated the porting device on his belt and got the hell out of there. He’d be back again and she would get hers.