H A W K E Y E
H A W K E Y E
H A W K E Y E
A wry grin crossed the archer’s face.
“Well, I didn’t bring my golf clubs, but I think I’ll make do.” He drew back and fired an arrow into a throng of the yellow alien menace, which clattered off the city street as they dispersed.
“Well that one didn’t do very much…” The spry old Colonel said, bouncing off of a wall and taking down another Dominator with a shoulder barge, leading with his shield.
“Wait for it, Jumping Jack Flash…” Hawkeye promised, organising another specific arrowhead for the next shaft, before nocking it in preparation.
“Jumping Jack Flash?” Steve queried, just as the first arrowhead opened up and a rapidly growing cloud billowed.
“Oh… of course. Jumping Jack Flash because—”
“It’s a gas, gas, gas… yeah. You got it.”
He released the flare arrow, which ignited the cloud and aliens charred to varying degrees were blasted this way and that.
“I remember that… you did that against AIM a few years back, didn’t you?”
“Yeah. Ugh. Don't remind me... You never know how flammable whatever they're working on is gonna be. Well... let's be honest, it's a pretty fair bet... You haven’t seen this one though. Shield!”
Hawkeye had prepared another arrow and was aiming it at Rogers. With lightning quick reflexes the Colonel raised his shield, as Clint ricocheted an arrow off of it. The sides of the arrow’s shaft fell and hundreds of smaller needles soared over the oncoming group of the alien menace, before rapidly growing in size and raining down a single shot barrage upon them all, turning them into veritable pincushions.
“Yes. I must say. That one’s new.” The Colonel looked on, somewhat impressed.
Hawkeye put his hand in his quiver, it rattled around as he grabbed the final shaft.
“Well now it’s time for you to fill me in on any ideas YOU have…” Clint rasped.
“…because I’m down to my final one.”
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