'Ready, set, go' - Natasha signals, and Pietro stands still for a split second, a sly smile dancing on his lips. He disappears the next moment, leaving a recognizable trace of silver and blue flares in the air.
Clint inhales deeply and draws the bow; his eyes are chasing the path of Quicksilver for a half of a minute, until he grasps the way the kid is moving. He finally manages to keep the aim a bit ahead of Pietro, and prepares to shoot.
BAM!
'DAMN!'
It was not Hawkeye's arrow that stopped Quicksilver. It was a wall. Clint breaks down in two, unable to contain the laughter. That's the common mistake among neophytes – thinking the physical abilities are everything in combat. Pietro may have been lucky during their battle with Ultron, but now, trapped in enclosed space, he just keeps crushing into things.
Clint himself had spent three years before learning to calculate his every move in order to earn his talking nickname and had a lot of far more embarrassing moments. But, damn, it somehow felt good to watch somebody else going through this.
Natasha gives Clint an indignant look and silently articulates 'moron', before she rushes to Pietro, who is still rolling on the floor, his hands pressed to his face. He climbs back on his feet and spits blood. His nose looks warped.
'Splendid as always', - Clint chuckles and receives another 'shut the fuck up' glance from Romanoff.
'I'm fine, thanks', - Pietro echoes, ignoring his witty remarks.
'Ready to continue, genius?'
'You bet, loser'
'I'm out' - Natasha raises her hands in '100% done with your bullshit' gesture. – 'Gonna do something useful, instead of listening to the two of you competing in calling each other names. What are you, 12?' – this one is meant for Clint, and for a moment he even feels ashamed.
Clint and Pietro stand there examining one another, while the sound of her footsteps fades away.
'Let's try the same thing, but slower, ok? Watch out for the walls and… other obstacles', - Clint decides to act a bit more mature.
'Ok, just one thing', - Pietro nods.
'Wha-', - Quicksilver, approaches him in a blink of an eye, and his fist aims at Clint's temple. Hawkeye returns the favor by grabbing Pietro by neck, and they fall on the floor. They roll around a bit, with no real damage – one is quick, but the other is better trained, until the door swings behind them.
'Wow. Just wow', - Fury sums up, his only seeing eye rolls up.