I don't not own the MCU or any of these characters. I do not own any buildings , weapons or outfits . THERE IS SEARING ! Most if the things I use is owned by marvel studios/any other business that they work with or iv made up .
"Crap" Clint Barton yelped as thousands of tiny red lasers met his forehead as they all closed in together .
" Clint call in , what's happening ? " a muffled Steve asked through the hearing and speaker ear pieces . " Clint ... Have you fallen ? " he continued.
" Definitely not. " Clint whispered into the ear piece ," iv been cornered into the south window "
" crap , no one armed is around that area , apart fro-" he was cut off .
" no one armed is around , relax the snipper's and we will talk . " Clint steadily talked . The snipper's didn't budge and the shooters gripes became more stern. " ok you have brought this on you , fuck it , NOW KIDDO" he yelled
Just then the windows shattered gracefully over the floor glimmering with the colour red . When the shooters finally comprehended what just happened they were fulfilled with a throbbing sensation in there heads . A mass of whist flash of vibraniom metal caused by the winter soldiers arm and the falcons wings and the whole body of vision . Unfortunately two men saw this coming and and shot two blasters sending the three men off to where the rest of the team was hiding .
As that shot of shock dawned on the young Wanda maximoff who had just appeared by the empty glass window frames she flew up and flew away to not be further harmed . Clint however was to late to see the snipper men coming and they pinned him to the wall leaving a faint dent in the wall as he struggled to break free .
" Clint call in , what's happening " Steve muffled over the ear piece. " umm well they out smarted us and there trying to kill me now ." Clint gasped to his friend . " trying ?" Asked one of the snipper holders . " we are going to kill you " he continued . " well if you really are killing me , your FUCKING DUMBBBBB. Check your heads suckers . " Clint yelled without struggle . Just then Natasha romonoff zip lined down over the 20 men's heads with explosive bombs ticking in her hands .
