~Team Snix~
For the most part, Clint had stayed out of the 'oh god we're all going to die' situations in the town, possessions, he was back up, lights out, he was back up, crazy creeper man, yup, he was back up. He ventured into the the void once and once only to attempt to find a displaced Natasha and came up with nightmares to make his mind-fuck look like a walk in the park. Clint checked the fuck out of that bullshit fairly quickly afterwards.
This was just a little bit different.
People walking into their own trouble by their own choices? Fine, go for it, idiots. But unwanted fate things like this? Well, it was just bullshit and a little bit of a dick move. Clint knew dick moves, he had a history of dick moves. This was a dick move of epic proportions.
"America's gonna cover you face on," Chavez had the rage and the close combat skills, the fact that she'd showed up to help must have meant that she was down for playing the superhero again, "I'll take out the stragglers and try to give you a clear enough path to the portal." Considering the fact that everything was just teaming right out of it, that would be an interesting feat too. "Stay low, keep moving and do not get pinned down."
Annoyingly, he and Chavez were wholly expendable in this little tussle. Keeping Santana alive long enough to get the portal shut was the important thing. "Ready?"