Hawkeye felt an eyebrow rise at the scoundrel’s comments. Perhaps he would knock the Cajun around some after he’s place into a containment field. Not that Madam Hydra wasn’t a whore. Oh she was. But she was hot one.
Down he came from the rafters after Gambit had made his quick escape. Damn, the bugger was fast. Still if he was trying to run he would have to do better then that. Well, Clint would just have pop him a few more shots. He moved forwards towards the hole in the ground and kept his cloaking field activated. After placing another arrow on his bow string he leaped down below and moved in to position to fire again.
The mansion was literally crawling with Hydra Agents. A bleeding Cajun with an arrow in his back should be that hard to spot. Clint would just follow the noise and shoot whatever cursed in French.