The rapid exchange of projectiles ended abruptly when her second venom blast hit home. Hawkeye took the blast right in the chest and it sent him flying off the edge of the rooftop. Fortunately, he was wearing his usual purple and black armor so the blow didn’t totally obliterate him.
Still it hurt like a mother fucker. Might have done more too, be he’d worry about that after he found a way to kill Jessica.
In mid fall, Clint performed a bit of acrobatics himself, by allowing the force of the fall downward to guide him into flip. He moved over in midair and got into a falling position that wouldn’t maim him. Thankfully this allowed him to land on his feet. Hey, all that Captain America training wasn’t for nothing.
He landed with a painful thud in an alley. The landing hurt almost as much as the blast. It sent a throb of jerky pain right into the bottom of his soles. Still, it was better than going down after two hits. He knew the fight wasn’t over yet, and strung his bow once more. All he could now was wait for the princess to make her appearance at the ball. He knew Hydra Agents, even former ones, and Jessica wasn’t about to give up that easily. The spider had to eat the fly.