"And hey, maybe Hawkeye would be up for taking care of little Reptar there."
Suddenly an arrow cut through the air, before it's head came apart and ejected a small net, knocking the terribl--y small lizard from her gloved hand. Which sparked a brilliant blue with electricity intermittently as the dinosaur emitted a diminished growl from shrunken vocal chords, leaving it sounding closer to a sick ferret than a beast of terror.
He gave his two former would-be teammates a salute and a wink, and then backflipped into the saddle of his SkyCycle in search of more lively opposition.
"Talking about teammates, we seem to be about a league short of some Justice right about now..." He muttered to himself as he took to the sky. "Sure, I jumped ship because I didn't like the way the it seemed to be moving towards one man following orders, but they seem to be giving me a little too much room to figure this one out for myself so far..."
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SEASON ONE Sensation & Wonder
HAWKEYE: EVENT TIE-IN #2 Let Auld Acquaintaince Be For-shot..?
Far below he saw a familiar face, Steve Rogers - Colonel Captain... or the Captain Colonel, whatever, America - not that HE ever voted for him... getting blasted across the street by the force of a plasma shot to his shield. The disc one. Not the organization. A wry grin crossed Clint's face as he saw the opportunity to get another 'last word' in or, perhaps an 'I owe you one' from between gritted... dentures? Surely dentures. Those can't be his real teeth after all these years, no way. I mean I know he's supposed to be Mister Perfect but-- Focus Clint!
He rolled his shoulders quickly to get a feel for how many arrows were still rattling around in his quiver, and smirked when he felt less than half a dozen.
That big 'Yes-man' pill Goliath gave him an opening, swatting a bunch of dominators away from the fallen Rogers, and Clint jumped clear of his SkyCycle, drew his bow on the flip and landed in front of the Colonel with a trio of arrows nocked and ready to fly.
"I knew it... You're a Hawkeye short. I get it, I'm a lot to try and replace. Well keep your tightey-whiteys clean, old man, 'cos I think I've got one more dance left in me with you jokers."
A horde of Dominators charged.
He loosed the arrows, which were connected on some kind of line. One flew off to the far left and hit a Dominator right in the large red dot on its forehead, another did likewise on the right, and the final one soared over the pack to hit one standing back, barking orders with an even larger red dot. A half second passed before some kind of pulse burst through the line and felled all three as well as every Dominator standing between them.
Clint reached for the next arrow in his quiver. He intended to make every one count, and by his count he had four to go...