Ever impetuous, Hawkeye pushed up front immediately when the duo entered the room. This was terrible, just god awful. From the way things looked Clint was not entirely sure if Hydra or Tony was involved but he’d hate to have to deal with a Hulk situation. One of their own turning against them, talk about a nightmare scenario. He just didn’t have all the facts and nothing good could come of that. “Jesus Fucking Christ. It’s ok. We’re here. The Avengers are here. We’re going to get you out of here.” He muttered, swore, and then tried to tag on his most convincing caring voice. He didn’t care about running out of air or any other such danger. Right now these people deserved to hear that their heroes cared about them. It was the least they could fucking do.
After everyone huddled together, Clint unslung his backpack and poured out some first aid for those that needed something now. Everyone else would have to wait. They needed to get out of here and fast. A burning building was always just waiting to fall on them. After helping a mother down, Clint stared down in horror at the body of a dead baby in her arms. He didn’t say anything but, he did exchange a look with Wanda for a moment. This was too much. He wanted to shoot something. “We have to move people. Leave everything not breathing and follow me.”