It was a round 4am when everyone had finished eating and getting ready. Steve looked outside "There aren't any around this building" he told them all "It's going to be easier to get out."
In the elevator, Natasha cleared her throat "Right, Barton can go to the South of the block" she looked at him blankly as she said it. For some strange and unknown reason, what he'd said to her last night had upset her. "The rest of us can go up North and make our way down." The elevator doors slid open and she marched off into the street followed by Stark, Banner, Cap and Thor. Clint rolled his eyes at the fact Natasha was being so immature, yet he was glad she knew he was strong & independent enough to battle them alone.
The South side of the city was deserted, there weren't even any Skrulls roaming the streets. There were empty cars everywhere, most people had gone out of town or stayed locked inside, the things weren't violent to the people, just the banks, electric powers, important stuff like that. Clint remembered Coulson mentioning that Skrulls only attack when being attacked. "Think it through" he told himself "Don't full on attack them."
He looked up. The Skrull weren't on the ground because they were up there, hovering around on their weird sky vehicles as Thor had called them. He wanted to get them down; it'd be easier than getting up there just to fall.
He scanned the sky, noticing how they were close to power lines, probably charging or something. Clint grabbed his bow, carefully positioning his fingers comfortably, balancing an arrow and dragging the wire back slowly. He narrowed his eyes so he could focus on his target. Gently, he let go of the wire and the arrow shot in a perfect line, slicing the power lines. Dozens of Skrulls plummeted to the ground, their hover-crafts smashing and cracking the roads.
Some were defeated, but others snarled and ran around, looking for the attacker. Clint didn't know whether to run out and fight, or stay back and shoot a few down. They didn't look stupid; if he shot from here they'd notice where the arrows were coming from. Re-preparing his bow, he ran out into the crowd of Skrulls. He shot some down as he ran out; a few swerved the arrows and continued to run towards him. Shooting them down wasn't fast enough.
He lunged at a Skrull, slamming its head into the road, making a flow of dirty green liquid ooze from it. This angered the other Skrulls, they were coming from all directions and Clint was literally surrounded. He kicked out, knocking them back a bit, but they swung back, knocking him onto the road. He got up, refusing to be defeated, kicking and punching them back, some beat and crawling off to heal. There were only a few left now; he continued to fight them off, ignoring the blows he was getting in the stomach. There was a small scream from behind; he swung around to see a little kid being hissed at by a Skrull. Clint picked up a rock and threw it, knocking the Skrull clean out, allowing the small child to run off back to his worried mother at the end of the block. Before he could turn back around to fight, he was hit in the back of the head, sending him flying into a wall then crumpling on the ground. The Skrulls ran off, leaving Clint lying there broken and unconscious.