Clint watched the people scatter like ants as the monster attacked New York. Typically he stays out of these things, and lets whatever happens happen. But the avengers look like they’re losing.
He rolled his shoulders, feeling the ache of holding back so much power. It had been centuries since he allowed himself to move as Set. He had given up that life to pretend to be small—in the hopes of finding purpose.
But sometimes he misses the temples and sand.
Clint smiles at her. “Pizza places further inland should still be standing. We can—“
He cut off when he noticed that Ironman had taken out a flying cruiser and it was heading straight for them. He moved quickly, putting himself between Kate and the falling vehicle.
He brought up a dome of sand over them and it crashed into it, dissolving into sand. He cursed in colorful ancient Egyptian.
Tony, above, started to chatter about it, asking who has the sand tricks.
Clint turned to Kate. “You okay?”
"Yup," she replied, her eyes on the metal- covered man now heading for them. "That was pretty flashy though, and it looks like you've been spotted."
She had a gut feeling he hadn't wanted to be noticed, which meant that her gut now told her that the avengers might be on the offensive with someone else powerful and unknown in their midst during a battle.
"Thanks for saving me again," she added, since at this point she was also pretty sure getting hit by the cruiser wouldn't have hurt him much at all.
“Wasn’t going to let you get crushed,” he said, sighing as Ironman arrived, landing nearby.
“Hey sand guy! What was that? Please tell me you’re friendly,” Tony said. “Because our plate is full.”
Clint held up his hands. “Friendly. Mostly.”
