Notes: TBD.
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"You're Hawkeye! What do you mean you can fly?!"
Bucky gets a mad looking grin in answer and the other man is moving. Bow up and an arrow in the air, but he doesn't stop running or slow down even as he jumps off the edge of the building. Bucky curses loudly and rushes to the edge to watch. Too late to stop the mad plan but needing to watch it happen. For the after action report if nothing else.
By the time he locks eyes on Clint again there's a line stretched taut, and he's swinging through the smoke filled air in a quick arc that lets him avoid most of the battle still raging on. For the brief second he's in the air Bucky can almost believe him. It does look like Hawkeye is flying.
Right up until he hits the wall of the opposite building. Hard. Bucky sucks in a breath in sympathy, but Clint doesn't hesitate. He lets go of the line and drops down onto the collapsing balcony. His weight makes it shudder and the man hanging off it screams before Clint can reach down and drag him back up. Not being gentle at all as he shoves the idiot who'd decided he needed to get video of the fight back into the open window he'd come out of earlier.
Before moving to follow, Clint takes the time to turn back to Bucky and grin brilliantly at him. Bucky shakes his head and goes back to monitoring the fight. It's winding down and his help isn't needed. He keeps his eyes on it anyway, and mentally starts going through the medkit he's got back in his rooms. Trying to remember if he's got anything that's going to help with the massive bruising that he's bound to find on Clint's side later that night. "Flying Hawkeye, my ass."
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