Clint's pulled the second Beretta, checks the magazine then holds it at ready. "Never heard of Colossus or the Juggernaut huh? Guess you guys were too busy with the aliens to really get mixed up much with the metahumans and supers. Find the right mutant, pay em the right cash. Hell the way it is they can't get work much anyways. Pay em peanuts. Aim for eyes. Sometimes its the only place you can get a bullet in."

Clint jerked his head towards a grate at the end of the room. "Find cover, get low, wait for them to come to us, heres hoping they're banking on the room being empty."