Raging Silence ~ Chapter Four ~ Poached Hawk
Hawkeye hit the ground with a thump. Because of his years of experience he reacted immediately, not even thinking about what was going on, how easily he had been duped, or the consequences of losing this fight to Hank. As he hit the floor, he used the momentum of the strike to roll into a backwards somersault. He landed in a crouch and looked up at the large, blonde haired man staring down at him. Hawkeye realized the quarters were much too small to use a bow and arrow...for an amateur.
Hank barreled at Clint, half leaping, and half pouncing at the crouched figure. Hawkeye rolled to the side, pulling his bow from the carrier on his back. He had it notched with a tranquilizer arrow before Hank even realized that his attack hadn't succeeded. Hawkeye fired, and hit Hank squarely in the right shoulder. Hank looked at the wound, before pulling the arrow out and throwing it to the side. Hawkeye's jaw dropped. His stunner arrows were supposed to be strong enough to put a full-grown bear to sleep within seconds. Hank's expression showed no sings of even becoming drowsy.
As Hawkeye tried to figure out which arrow to try next, Hank made his move. As Hank jumped atop of his victim, Clint began to reach for a new arrow. Hank pinned Clint to the ground, his hand stuck behind his back, reaching for his quiver of arrows. Hank sat upon Hawkeye's midsection, holding Clint's free hand down on the ground. With his free hand, Hank began to beat down upon Hawkeye's face. Hawkeye felt the continuous thud on his face, as he racked his brain for a plan. Hank was easily over fifty pounds heavier than he was, all muscle. Just as Clint would start to formulate a plan, a blow to the head would make him lose his concentration. He knew he would have to think fast, because Hank showed no signs of tiring, even after delivering a bloated lip, a broken nose, and a swollen closed eye.
Apparently Hank was tiring, thought not physically. He had decided that pummeling Clint's face just wasn't enough. In his rage, he let Clint's free hand go. Hank raised his hands high above his head, and came down hard onto Clint's chest, audibly breaking ribs. Clint began to lose his vision, as he slowly realized his hand was free. He squinted through the pain, and waited for his opportunity. As Hank raised his hands above his head once again, Clint reached behind his back with his free hand, grabbing the arrow from his pinned hand. He thrust it into Hank's chest, wondering which arrow he had grabbed. Hank felt a shock run through his body and it started convulsing. He was thrown back as the full electrical charge left the arrow.
Clint sat up, looking at Hank's shaking body. The shaking suddenly stopped, and Clint watched the shallow signs of breathing in the huge hulk's body. Hawkeye backed up, sitting against a wall, breathing deeply. He knew his face would be bruised, many of his bone fractured. He stood up slowly, still only seeing out of one eye. He tried to take a step towards Hank, but fell to the ground. He was still shaky from the recent "fight." Hawkeye couldn't believe he had been trapped so easily. It would take some time to live this down. He crawled towards Hank's body, heading for the still open door. As he started to pass the form on the floor, Hank stuck out with his foot. His connected with Clint's jaw, snapping his head back.
Clint opened his eye, knowing a beating was about to come. He saw Hank standing over him, a large smile on his face. "You really thought a few arrows could take down me? Could take down the Yellowjacket?" Hank screamed at Clint. His face reddened in rage as he continued ranting. "You think you're going to protect poor little Jan from Hank, the big bad monster of a man? She doesn't want anything to do with sissy little boys like you Clint!"
Hawkeye started to wonder if Hank was going to hit him or not. He thought too soon.
Hank's booted foot came down squarely Clint's kneecap multiple times, shattering it. Hawkeye screamed in pain, as Hank walked off. He stopped at the door to the cell, saying, "If she wants you Clint, she can have you. Hope you two will be happy together in death."
* * * * *
The Vision floated silently down the hall after Wanda. She made a left turn, and stopped at a large wooden door. Vision became ethereal and poked his head through the corner, to more easily see what Wanda was up to. She regained her composure, and knocked on the door. Jan opened it, she looked happy to have a visitor. Wanda walked in, and Jan closed the door.
Vision decided to see where Hawkeye had gone. He remembered hearing the ding of an elevator, and floated down through the floor to the basement. He became tangible once again, landing on the ground. He started walking about, looking for the man dressed all in purple. He heard a beeping coming from somewhere down the hallway. Vision walked to it, realizing it was the key pad of the containment cell. Vision looked in to see Clint's bloody form lying on the ground.
"Clint? What happened?"
Hawkeye looked up to see the Vision. He started to crawl towards the door.
"Where's Hank?" asked Vision.
"He's gone crazy. I think he's going to try to kill Jan!" Clint said in desperation.
The Vision looked at Hawkeye incredulously. He suddenly remembered what had just transpired. "But! But Wanda is with Jan as we speak!"
"Help me up, I have to save them!" Clint said, still crawling, almost to the door.
The Vision realized this was his chance to prove himself to Wanda. He would show her who she belonged with. He would conquer the man that Wanda's new love couldn't. He would be the hero. "I'm sorry Hawkeye, but I can not allow you to help me save Wanda." At that he pressed a red blinking button on the keypad.
Hawkeye couldn't believe what was happening as he watched the two doors to his freedom slowly close, inches from him.
Well, there was my first attempt at a fight scene! I don't think it's very good, but I don't think it sucks (even if you might). So I can only get better!
Hawkeye hit the ground with a thump. Because of his years of experience he reacted immediately, not even thinking about what was going on, how easily he had been duped, or the consequences of losing this fight to Hank. As he hit the floor, he used the momentum of the strike to roll into a backwards somersault. He landed in a crouch and looked up at the large, blonde haired man staring down at him. Hawkeye realized the quarters were much too small to use a bow and arrow...for an amateur.
Hank barreled at Clint, half leaping, and half pouncing at the crouched figure. Hawkeye rolled to the side, pulling his bow from the carrier on his back. He had it notched with a tranquilizer arrow before Hank even realized that his attack hadn't succeeded. Hawkeye fired, and hit Hank squarely in the right shoulder. Hank looked at the wound, before pulling the arrow out and throwing it to the side. Hawkeye's jaw dropped. His stunner arrows were supposed to be strong enough to put a full-grown bear to sleep within seconds. Hank's expression showed no sings of even becoming drowsy.
As Hawkeye tried to figure out which arrow to try next, Hank made his move. As Hank jumped atop of his victim, Clint began to reach for a new arrow. Hank pinned Clint to the ground, his hand stuck behind his back, reaching for his quiver of arrows. Hank sat upon Hawkeye's midsection, holding Clint's free hand down on the ground. With his free hand, Hank began to beat down upon Hawkeye's face. Hawkeye felt the continuous thud on his face, as he racked his brain for a plan. Hank was easily over fifty pounds heavier than he was, all muscle. Just as Clint would start to formulate a plan, a blow to the head would make him lose his concentration. He knew he would have to think fast, because Hank showed no signs of tiring, even after delivering a bloated lip, a broken nose, and a swollen closed eye.
Apparently Hank was tiring, thought not physically. He had decided that pummeling Clint's face just wasn't enough. In his rage, he let Clint's free hand go. Hank raised his hands high above his head, and came down hard onto Clint's chest, audibly breaking ribs. Clint began to lose his vision, as he slowly realized his hand was free. He squinted through the pain, and waited for his opportunity. As Hank raised his hands above his head once again, Clint reached behind his back with his free hand, grabbing the arrow from his pinned hand. He thrust it into Hank's chest, wondering which arrow he had grabbed. Hank felt a shock run through his body and it started convulsing. He was thrown back as the full electrical charge left the arrow.
Clint sat up, looking at Hank's shaking body. The shaking suddenly stopped, and Clint watched the shallow signs of breathing in the huge hulk's body. Hawkeye backed up, sitting against a wall, breathing deeply. He knew his face would be bruised, many of his bone fractured. He stood up slowly, still only seeing out of one eye. He tried to take a step towards Hank, but fell to the ground. He was still shaky from the recent "fight." Hawkeye couldn't believe he had been trapped so easily. It would take some time to live this down. He crawled towards Hank's body, heading for the still open door. As he started to pass the form on the floor, Hank stuck out with his foot. His connected with Clint's jaw, snapping his head back.
Clint opened his eye, knowing a beating was about to come. He saw Hank standing over him, a large smile on his face. "You really thought a few arrows could take down me? Could take down the Yellowjacket?" Hank screamed at Clint. His face reddened in rage as he continued ranting. "You think you're going to protect poor little Jan from Hank, the big bad monster of a man? She doesn't want anything to do with sissy little boys like you Clint!"
Hawkeye started to wonder if Hank was going to hit him or not. He thought too soon.
Hank's booted foot came down squarely Clint's kneecap multiple times, shattering it. Hawkeye screamed in pain, as Hank walked off. He stopped at the door to the cell, saying, "If she wants you Clint, she can have you. Hope you two will be happy together in death."
* * * * *
The Vision floated silently down the hall after Wanda. She made a left turn, and stopped at a large wooden door. Vision became ethereal and poked his head through the corner, to more easily see what Wanda was up to. She regained her composure, and knocked on the door. Jan opened it, she looked happy to have a visitor. Wanda walked in, and Jan closed the door.
Vision decided to see where Hawkeye had gone. He remembered hearing the ding of an elevator, and floated down through the floor to the basement. He became tangible once again, landing on the ground. He started walking about, looking for the man dressed all in purple. He heard a beeping coming from somewhere down the hallway. Vision walked to it, realizing it was the key pad of the containment cell. Vision looked in to see Clint's bloody form lying on the ground.
"Clint? What happened?"
Hawkeye looked up to see the Vision. He started to crawl towards the door.
"Where's Hank?" asked Vision.
"He's gone crazy. I think he's going to try to kill Jan!" Clint said in desperation.
The Vision looked at Hawkeye incredulously. He suddenly remembered what had just transpired. "But! But Wanda is with Jan as we speak!"
"Help me up, I have to save them!" Clint said, still crawling, almost to the door.
The Vision realized this was his chance to prove himself to Wanda. He would show her who she belonged with. He would conquer the man that Wanda's new love couldn't. He would be the hero. "I'm sorry Hawkeye, but I can not allow you to help me save Wanda." At that he pressed a red blinking button on the keypad.
Hawkeye couldn't believe what was happening as he watched the two doors to his freedom slowly close, inches from him.
Well, there was my first attempt at a fight scene! I don't think it's very good, but I don't think it sucks (even if you might). So I can only get better!