Clint quickly fell into the pattern of draw and release, aiming to take down the most amount of the warriors with the least amount of arrows. He has already dipped into one of the spare arrows on his legs, and the battle doesn't seem to be finishing any time soon.

He grunted, hitting one with his bow before stabbing it with one of his knives. He was not liking the look of close quarter combat with these things. His bow was useless this close and he didn't have a thousand and one spare magazines for his side arm like Nat does.

He could feel himself loosing ground as the warriors kept getting too close to him. The only time he could use his bow was when they were sneaking up behind him — which he was not pleased about.

Clint groaned as his head was slammed into a car. He hated being on the ground, unable to take note of everything. You get trapped when you cannot see. There was ringing in his ear and he hoped his hearing was not damaged further.

He grabbed at some of his spare arrows, digging them into the eyes of the warrior behind him. Clint's entire body was aching, protesting every movement. His eyes widen as he hears a muffled scream from Nat, but before he could react to it he found himself thrown to the ground again by another warrior.

He fights his way over to Nat, meeting her in the middle. Clint raised his bow again, conscious that he's already depleted half his stock of arrows already. He shot as many as he could before they got to close, causing him to need to use his bow as a melee weapon again.

Clint's being honest when he says he nearly sobs with relief as Rogers jumped into the fray and knocked the warriors away from them. He knew they were pinned down, and without the man's help, Clint was sure that they were not getting out of that in mostly one piece.

His side ached from where one of the soldiers got a lucky stab at him. But at least he doesn't think they managed to do more than scratch the surface. Clint flinches as the surroundings fill with lightning as Thor crashes down next to them. The ringing in his ears had only just cleared as Thor's voice carried over.

"I have unfinished business with Loki."

Clint masked his worry and fear by manually setting up his next few arrows. He tried to even out his breathing as he bit back the angry retort that Thor had done enough already.

Steve sent Thor a look. This was no time for brotherly arguments. "Loki’s gonna keep this fight focused on us and that’s what we need. Without him these things could run wild," Steve explained. "We got Stark up top, he’s gonna need us to—"

Clint heard Roger's voice cut off as the man noticed Banners approaching them. He walked towards the man, seeing the others do the same as the scientist dismounted from the bike.

"So, this all seems horrible," Bruce said, looking around at the damage.

Nat kept her eyes on Banner. "I’ve seen worse," she said softly.

Bruce winced. "Sorry."

Clint zoned out from the conversation before suddenly a loud growl caught his attention. Turning towards the source from where he was checking the surroundings, his eyes widened as he spotted Stark leading one of the flying creatures towards them.

"That’s my secret, Cap. I’m always angry."

Clint watched carefully, shifting on his feet ready to run, as Banners skin started to stretch and turn green. The man's clothes tore apart as his skin bubbled and grew beneath them before the fully transformed Hulk turned and slammed his fist into the Leviathan.

Clint quickly darted off to cover the second the beast started to flip towards them. Clint crouched down behind one of the cars as a loud explosion rang out, pieces of the beast flying all around them. That stinks.

He creeped out from behind the cover as all the rest of the heroes formed up. Superhero style time. Clint shook his head as he drew his bow, aiming towards the on coming army. Suddenly, everyone was looking up and Clint swore under his breath as he noticed hundreds more of the aliens pouring out of the portal.

"Guys?" Nat questioned, staring up at the increasing army.

"Call it, Cap," Tony said. He knew that Capsicle was going to be the best bet for plans, even if fighting aliens from space was different to what the man was used to.

Steve scanned the surroundings, trying to work out the best plan. "Alright, listen up. Until we can close that portal up there, we’re gonna use containment. Barton, I want you on that roof, eyes on everything. Call out patterns and strays," he ordered, watching the archer nod at him. "Stark, you got the perimeter. Anything gets more than three blocks out, you turn it back or you turn it to ash."

Clint looked over at where Stark was looking over the surroundings, likely telling his suit to plan out that perimeter or something. "Wanna give me a lift?" He asked, pointing towards the roof that had the best spot.

Tony nodded. "Right." He flew into the air, grabbing onto the archer. "Better clench up, Legolas," he warned before taking off into the sky to the building the archer pointed to.

Clint crouched as he was dropped onto the building, hearing Stark fly off. He took a deep breath, muttering about his aching knees before he stood back up.

He was quickly dealing with the warriors flying through the air, taking them down with arrows to their vehicles. He relayed a few of the higher flow locations down to the team, seeing various members deal with the chaos below him.

This was what he preferred, being up high and able to see his surroundings. Even with his arrows dwindling he didn't worry as much as he did on the ground. Even when they got close enough that close quarter combact was in play he didn't worry as much.

He scanned the surroundings after dealing with all the close warriors. He noticed the streak of red that was Stark flying around was being followed by multiple of the warriors. "Stark. You gotta lot of strays on your tail," he stated, scanning the skies.

"Just tryin’ to keep them off the streets."

Clint shook his head. Just keeping them off the streets wasn't what they needed to do. Stark needed to get rid of these tails and deal with the next load of flyers. "Well they can’t bank worth a damn."

"I will roger that."

Clint rolled his eyes as he shot down one of the warriors chasing after the man. He quickly released another towards the craft that had turned towards his back. Grabbing the last of his back up arrows, Clint quickly took out the craft he spotted flying at the building opposite him where the offices workers had not evacuated yet.

"Nice call. What else you got?"

Clint narrowed his eyes at the group of adults in the building before scanning the streets, noticing a distinct flash of lightning. "Well, Thor’s taking out a squadron down on 6th," Clint offered.

"And he didn’t invite me!"

Clint rolled his eyes again as the blurr of red took off towards the lightning. He continued to shoot down the warriors, running mental calculations through his head on the amount of arrows he might have. It wasn't promising.

He swore under his breath again as he was shot at by some of the warriors who figured out where he was. He grabbed an arrow from the body behind him before returning fire, hitting the warrior of the flying craft. He growled in annoyance as the warrior continued to stay alive in the air before smirking as he was hit by one of the flying creatures.

"Hawkeye!"

Clint's amusement faded sharply out as he started rapidly scanning the skies for Nat. He spotted her approaching from a distance on one of the flying craft. He would have been annoyed if it wasn't for who was chasing after her. "Nat, what are you doing?" He questioned, his hand tightening around the grip of his bow.

"Uh, a little help!"

Clint swapped the heads of one of his arrows, before raising it slowly. "I got it." He was happy there was nothing wrong with his voice, because raising his bow to the man in the tent felt so wrong.

Loki suddenly snapped out the chase, catching the arrow before it hit him in the head. He looked at it before looking over at the archer. His little hawk fired at him? He locked eyes with the man, trying to work out what was going through their head before the arrow exploded.

Clint watched with a deep breath as Loki was knocked from the flying craft, trying to reassure himself that the god had survived much worse before.

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Loki groaned, laying down against the floor. He couldn't believe he had actually angered the man enough to fire at him. His eyes went wide as an angry green face came into view.

He groaned as he was thrown through the window into the building again. He scrambled to his feet, turning angrily to face the monster. "ENOUGH!" He shouted, holding his finger in front of him. "You are beneath me! I AM GOD, YOU DULL CREATURE, AND I WILL NOT BE BULLIED BY—"

Suddenly, Loki found his world flipped as he was grabbed around the legs. It was painful, being slammed into the ground repetitively, hearing the ground crack and groan beneath him. He's pretty sure he blacked out at one point, his air knocked from his body.

"Puny god."

Loki could only stare up into the air as his body protested trying to draw in air. But suddenly he realised he didn't care for the pain, he was free. There was no other presence in his head, no one pulling on his strings. He wanted to laugh but all he managed was a whine of air.

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Clint fired towards the warrior closing in on a kid, taking them down before they could get them. He quickly scanned the skies, noticing that he was being surrounded by hoards of the warriors. He went to grab an arrow, noticing that he didn't have any left on his back or legs. Scanning the roof, he noticed that he didn't have any surrounding him.

Smacking away the closest with his bow, Clint got out his knife, scanning the sky for anything that might help him. Taking a deep breath, he ran back and jumped off the side of the building.

That hurt. Clint stabbed his knife into the throat of the warrior wrestling it to the ground so he had control of the flying craft instead.

It took a few seconds, but Clint figured out how to handle the weapons on the craft, shooting at the warriors in front of him. He darted off, heading towards the office building and grabbing the arrows he spotted there. They went back in his quiver nicely, their heads being changed for fresh ones. With more arrows for his bow, Clint set his sights on the largest tower around.

He could hear the others talking like crazy in his ear, but he focused on getting towards the tower. He was so close when suddenly the portal crashed loudly above him, and the flying craft below him cut out, starting to rapidly fall from the sky. Clint swore loudly before changing the head of his arrow again.

He fired, grinning as it dug deep into the A of the tower. Clint groaned as the line suddenly went tight, flinging him into the windows of the tower. He was going to feel that later. He turned, hearing a loud roar from Hulk, seeing all of the others meeting together on the ground. Nice to know they'd forgotten about him.

He started the mechanism to pull him up before swearing loudly as it failed. Obviously it was not rated for that bash against the wall.

Clint mourned his arms for the morning before starting the slow climb up his line, leaving the bow hanging midair. He wondered what Nat would think if she could only see the bow hanging there, what would she feel to see the bow without him?

He was shaking by the time he reached the A, limbs protesting as he climbed into it. He rested there, looking down and spotting the others walking calmly towards the tower. Once he had some breath back in his body Clint started to pull up his bow. It was his favourite and he was not going to leave it behind.

Now with his bow in hand, Clint scanned the area behind him, noticing the opening just big enough for him to squeeze through and end up on the penthouse platform. Sighing as he unclipped his quiver and threw it through alongside his bow, Clint pushed his way through.

The platform was completely torn apart, wires sparking around him as he stood up now re-equipped with his quiver and bow. He turned towards the door, noticing that most of the windows were smashed through.

Clint walked carefully in, ignoring his limp as he entered the penthouse. He avoided all the cracks in the floor, leaning against the bar as he scanned for water. He sighed as he found a bottle, removing the horrible dry feeling from his throat.

Throat dealt with, Clint scanned the area, watching as Loki slowly pulled himself free from the crater he was laying within. He moved slowly, drawing his final arrow from the holder. The elevator opened silently, Clint spotting the silent surprise on the others face.

By the time he had reached the god, the others were standing next to him. Barton crouched down, biting back the noise as he realised he was not getting back up without assistance.

Loki slowly turned away from the stairs, an arrow staring him dead on. His breath caught in the back of his throat as he slowly raised his eyes to look directly at the archer.

Clint saged, lowering his arrow to the floor. His energy disappeared, causing him to collapse back onto the floor. But his eyes were fixated on Loki's green ones. His lips twitch into a tired excuse of a smile. "You're back," he whispered.

Nat's hand tightened around the staff as Clint collapsed back down. "What have you done?" She growled, drawing her pistol. She could see the others reacting as well, getting ready to attack them further.

"The control has gone," Loki answered slowly, keeping his eyes on his little hawk. The man remembered and forgave him.

Clint chuckled, ignoring the way his chest ached at the movement before fully collapsing onto his back. He ignored all the looks he got as he chuckled again. "I'd offer to help you up but I don't think I can get up myself," he huffed.

Clint groaned as he felt himself manhandled to his feet, arms protesting at the aggressive movement. He blinked back his shock as he came face-to-face with Stark and Rogers.

"He doesn't look to still be under the scepters influence," Tony said, noticing the lack of vibrant blue in the assassins eyes.

Steve scanned the man's face, noticing the obvious exhaustion and poorly hidden pain. "Barton, report," Steve said sharply, noticing the sharpness the agent's eyes gathered.

Clint scanned the others faces, noticing their confusion and the obvious aggression towards Loki and partially himself. "Thor, what colour are Loki's eyes?" He questioned, looking over at the man.

"Green," Thor replied instantly. "Mother always compared them to the finest jewels."

Clint smirked as he watched the confusion spread across the other faces. He could almost hear the others thoughts on how Loki's eyes were blue. "Stark, what colour were they in the attack?" He watched as the man pieced it together.

"They were the same blue your eyes were under the scepter," Tony said slowly. He looked down at the fallen god, noticing the green eyes staring worriedly at the back of the archer. "Let him go, Rogers."

Clint stumbled as he was released, catching himself with a hand on the Captain's arm. Once he was sure his knees were not going to buckle he turned and faced Loki. "I think there is some explaining to do," he stated.

Loki huffed out a laugh, happy his chest had healed enough that movement didn't pain him. He turned and looked at the man in the suit of armour. "If it’s all the same to you, I’ll have that drink now."

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