Waiting to be hit appeared to be Hawkeye's defense tactic. With his single long-range attack skill, he must not have developed much defensive ability. Or he was just lucky he was alive. Iron Man had to reevaluate his conclusion that Hawkeye would be a valuable Avengers team member. But the man's underdeveloped cranial function wasn't against Iron Man's wishes when Iron Man simply wanted to execute him quickly to rescue the creator.
Simultaneously, the mirrored figures bearing down on Hawkeye tucked their undemolished arms and their chests and cocked their heads with a final kick of speed, becoming living battering rams. At impact, one disappeared entirely, winking out of existence like a dying image on a television screen, the hologram's part played out. The other's shoulder made contact to slam Hawkeye into the ground, and kept pushing, grinding him across the road several feet until Iron Man abruptly came to rest with his knees clanking heavily and cracking asphalt with the weight. Kneeling above his former teammate, looking like Frankenstein's monster of the 21st century with his ragged, missing limb and dented, battered surface, patched in the grime of battle with just hints of his unmistakable red and gold luster underneath dulled or scraped away and healed in some places just as silver or oversaturated, Iron Man gave no pause. He reached to just grip the archer's treasured bow as he had the arrow that had been planted in his shoulder. It dented, warped, and finally splintered under each new fraction of growing pressure.