And the Archer Makes Three | ABO Verse | {misfxtteam}
Usually splitting the team up to go tackle different problems at the same time made Clint have an inner Shaggy and Scooby-Doo reaction but clearing out this tiny excuse for a HYDRA base was almost fun. Like a game of laser tag but with bullets (or arrows in his case) and the other team stays dead. He had Steve and Bucky with him which was like, the perfect team-up.
Bucky and Steve were very in sync with each other. Of course they would be, they were a couple and fought Nazis like this in the ‘40s. They had had plenty of time to perfect their fighting style together. And Clint... well, he liked to think he complimented them. He understood any sniper slang Bucky used, he knew what kind of shots he would and could make. In an emergency he could shoot Bucky’s guns, and he had a gun on himself as well that he could give him. And they both liked their knives.
Steve was a bit harder, but they did hand-to-hand often enough. Clint had been the one to teach him ‘proper’ moves as well as some of his dirty ones, and Steve showed him a ridiculous amount of interesting and graceful moves that tended to boil down as throwing himself at his opponent in different ways. The shield, though, Clint could throw that shield. Not as hard or far, no, but he got the angles down good and in close quarters, that’s what really mattered.
So yeah, Clint could pace them for a while before he tired out. He would never have their endurance. Right now, that was all that mattered because he was clearing his hall just as effectively as the others did theirs, even with all the distracting flirting coming from Bucky.