an incoming truck soars overhead. running for cover, hawkeye narrowly slides out of the vehicle's path, missing it hit the east river with a gigantic splash in the commotion. rising to his feet, keen eyes narrow. inspect the scene. cautiously scope out brooklyn's chaos until mjolnir appears from nowhere! a blur of crackling energy, the asgardian hammer ferociously flies from an alleyway ( no doubt thrown by a winded thor in retaliation ), powerful enough to lift abomination off the ground — it sends the beast hurtling into the street, impact ripping up concrete. clint winces. while more than eager to watch the god of thunder come out victorious, attention is diverted elsewhere. distracted by a widow on his right.
@romanovdova: well, this has been a fun day.
❝ you're tellin' me! ❞ he jokes back with a broad grin, seemingly reinvigorated by natasha's presence. hands grip purple bow. on the move, ready to jump back into the fray. expression darkens at an enraged roar, rumbling thunder. urgency in their stead. ❝ what's the gameplan, 'tash? sounds like the big guy might need our help after all! ❞
