[Even as dizzy and out of it as he is, it's hard to ignore the odd pressure of metal against him as he's caught and steadied. Clint frowns and tries to focus on the person helping him, attempts to figure out why he's feeling metal but it's not until he's sitting down that it all starts to fall into place.
His vision stops swimming long enough for him to realize who it is that had just guided him down to sit on some of the debris and his stomach immediately twists and his heart seems to be going a mile a minute now.
It figures. It just figures that he'd be stuck somewhere after a wreck with Steve's brainwashed buddy.
Clint's immediately attempting to stand again, wanting to put some distance between them as he reaches for--for nothing. He has nothing. He's defenseless and that doesn't make this any better.
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His vision stops swimming long enough for him to realize who it is that had just guided him down to sit on some of the debris and his stomach immediately twists and his heart seems to be going a mile a minute now.
It figures. It just figures that he'd be stuck somewhere after a wreck with Steve's brainwashed buddy.
Clint's immediately attempting to stand again, wanting to put some distance between them as he reaches for--for nothing. He has nothing. He's defenseless and that doesn't make this any better.
Time for a new approach.]
What the hell are you doing here?
[Good. Perfect.]