Following Harry.
Harry heard the explosion. He felt the explosion. He saw the explosion. The loud BOOM. The shaking and falling. The bright light. He had been walking around the helicarrier and realised he had made a near full circle as he had reached the exact point under Dr Banner's lab. Looking through the large window that the different floors shared he got to think about what it would be like to sit on the deck and watch the sunset later. Hopefully, he'd have his husband back by then.
He sat there, reminiscing about good times with his husband until the explosion shook him from his memories and slammed him down to the bottom level of the helicarrier.
He shook his head to clear his mind from the Nargles and the highly likely concussion he just received. Time seemed to move through honey as he slowly got up to his feet again. The small man gradually stumbled toward the loud bangs and echoing roars, most likely coming from the Hulk.
He finally reached the cause of the noise in time to see the Asgardian throw the Hulk through the wall, into the next room. Romanov was slowly but surely getting up so he gave her orders.
"Agent Romanov, go check on the prisoner and then check in with Fury. I'm going to go find the agents that Loki has under his control and try to apprehend them before they do any more damage."
The spy/assassin froze for a second, seemingly at war with herself over whether or not to follow his orders. With a nod, she took her gun from her holster and ran off to the left towards the containment unit.
Phoenix took off in the opposite direction heading towards the closest intact steps to get to higher ground.
Harry's POV
I apparated onto the raised platforms near the high vaulted ceiling of the helicarrier's hold where I could see everyone.
It's in moments like this where I am eternally grateful for the layers of silencing charms on my clothes, shoes, and person as I landed right behind Agent Barton. My mind is one track, there are friendlies and un-friendlies, allies and enemies. I am Phoenix, assassin, spy, agent, not Harry.
Just as I got close enough to incapacitate him, he turned around with an arrow notched.
It soared past my head as I twisted and grabbed his bow, he elbowed me in the side of my face, but once there was enough distance between us I kicked him in the chest.
With all the room around us, I knew we would be fighting for a while so I slid down off the walkway and into the space between ducts. When he got too close again I grabbed onto a pole and spun around it, propelling myself over a gap between walkways. We kept fighting but remained at an impasse. Barton pulled a knife from somewhere on/in that stupid tight suit and started to gain the upper hand. He started to back me up against the railing, the knife coming closer to my neck, so I dug my teeth into his arm.
He screamed (in a pitch that I shall lord over him for years to come) and charged towards me. I flipped over his arm and sent the poor agent careening into the metal railing, head first.
He slumped to the ground whilst struggling to get up. He managed to get to his knees and looked directly into my eyes. I sent my fist flying but in the split second he had before he was out cold he broke whatever spell he was under. I'm sure it was because I hit his head really hard but, he knew who I was.
"Fy ngha-*" was all he got out before my knuckles made contact and he was knocked out.
I picked him up and started towards the infirmary, knowing that when he woke up he'd be my Clint again.