"No clue, probably hiding." Clint moved to the stunned intruder then the dead one, checking them both. "He looked pretty surprised. Helluva gadget that thing. Gonna use that to turn Tony into a rabbit if he calls me Mockingjay one more time."
Clint walks to where one of the agents is clutching his destroyed knee and whimpering. Clint's face was cold. Ruthless. He set his foot on the damaged knee and leaned the pressure down. The man yeowled and clawed ar his ankle. "Definitely not pain trained this guy... "
Clint glared down at him and snarled in choppy Russian. Leaning more on the knee if the operative looked like he wasn't going to cooperate. He wailed and babbled back in the heavy words and accent.
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Date: 2014-03-27 11:06 am (UTC)Clint walks to where one of the agents is clutching his destroyed knee and whimpering. Clint's face was cold. Ruthless. He set his foot on the damaged knee and leaned the pressure down. The man yeowled and clawed ar his ankle. "Definitely not pain trained this guy... "
Clint glared down at him and snarled in choppy Russian. Leaning more on the knee if the operative looked like he wasn't going to cooperate. He wailed and babbled back in the heavy words and accent.