Okay, REALLY short chapter…but yeah, anyway…I'm going to be leaving for cam tomorrow so I won't be updating any of my stuff for a week. Rest assured, however, that I will have my notebook within three feet of my person ALL WEEK, so I will STILL be writing, just not in a directly publishable format. That is all.

"Uh, slipped my mind…" He heard Tony answer. "Jarvis, remind me to remind them about any flying robots next time, k?" he added. Clint rolled his eyes and dodged another round of fire from the robot flying overhead.

Thank God the roof he was on was one of those old buildings that had a number of small, shed-like structures for him to duck behind as the Hammeroid continued to shower him with bullets. Not wanting to waste arrows but not really in a position to be stingy, Clint jumped over an external vent that crossed the roof and fired an explosive-tipped arrow over his shoulder. He was certain it would do more damage than the plain arrow had, but he hadn't taken into account the short distance between himself and the bot. Roughly half a second after he had released the bow string he mentally slapped himself in the forehead. The robot exploded all right, but also created a fireball about twenty feet high as all of the ammunition it carried blew up at once, sending Clint flying a good distance before he landed hard on his back, knocking the wind out of him.

A light shower of metal shrapnel and gravel fell from the sky around Barton. He couldn't move and for several horrible seconds he wondered if he was paralyzed, but he was relieved that when he told his toes to move they did. He groaned loudly, but remembered too late that the rest of the team could hear him through their comms.

"Crap, man! You alright?" It was Tony. Obviously the fireball had been visible from wherever he was currently occupied. Clint held back another groan, instead commanding his vocal cords to say something slightly more productive.

"Shut it Stark…"

"Sorry buddy…" Tony answered, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "How many more of those arrows have you got?"

Clint dragged himself to a sitting position, attempting to get his bearings. He was surprised by how far he had been thrown by the explosion.

"Uh, nine. I brought extras today…" He muttered, dusting off his pants and wincing as his hand brushed a bullet graze on his right shin.

"Clint? What happened?" It was Natasha, and she sounded both worried and pissed.

"Nothing Nat, I'm fine…" He said.

"Not you, how did you kill that thing?"

Clint defiantly heard Tony snicker over the comms.

"Uh, explosive-tipped arrow. Didn't Tony give you those mini-EMP thingies?"

"Tony?" Natasha's voice was cold and even.

"Uh...see, I was gonna give those to you. But I sort of…" Stuttered Stark.

"Save it. Go get them." Natasha snapped.

"But…"

"Go!" She hollered. Tony muttered something under his breath, but seconds later Clint saw a flash of red metal shoot by in the sky. He waved with a "See ya!" into the comms. Tony flipped him the bird as he passed.

Barton got painfully to his feet and peered over the edge of the rooftop. Below he could see Steve clinging to the arm of a Hammeroid, getting thrown around like a ragdoll. Clint pulled out his bow and reloaded with another explosive arrow.

"Hey Cap?" He said over the comms. For a second only static answered, then an adrenaline-hyped and out of breath Steve yelled back.

"What?"

"Get out of the way!"

Rogers dropped off of the robot's arm. He was thrown into the side of a building but recovered quickly and made a run for it. Barton held off until he was sure Steve was at a safe distance before letting the arrow fly. It hit the joint around the bot's waist where it stuck for a brief second, then exploded, sending Hammeroid bits shooting into the air. Seeing it at a distance made him wonder how in the hell he had survived.

He gave up trying to figure that out and started running for a better vantage point. He would have preferred to have been on a slightly larger roof, as this one ended not much further down. Now at the far edge of the rooftop, Clint could see the murky Hudson River. He paused a second, remembering the conversations the team had started about the river. Steve had always insisted that it was cleaner when he was a kid, and Tony said he swore the fish in there glowed at night. Clint cast it a disapproving glance and sized up the gap between his roof and the one next to it. It was maybe seven feet wide, but the other roof was a good three feet down as well, so he might have a chance of jumping if he didn't screw up. Then again, today hadn't exactly been going according to plan…