"Go for it, I'm covered." Well, he was mostly covered. Right then, Clint would rather lose a chunk of skin from a repulsor blast than he would in the jaws of one of these things. At least an accidental hit from Iron Man would be quick. "No, really, please, go crazy, blow the fucking place up if you want to."
At that point in time Clint was force back against a wall with one of the small beaked things trying to chew through his bow, jaws open and biting down around the shaft while Clint attempted to avoid garrotting himself on the string. That would be an embarrassing way to go for sure.
"These bastards are strong." Whatever era these things came from, Clint was not a fan, and he wouldn't much preferred they'd have stayed in the damn air away from him.