Chapter 7
Daisy did not expect to get into a standoff while at the bar. But she was prepared for it. The two goons took several moments to get over their surprise and then leapt at Clint and Daisy. Daisy didn't fire a shot, too many civilians, and used the butt of the gun to try to knock out her opponent before the fight could really start. But, besides a gash across the face, he didn't look too concerned by it. She spun out of the way, landing two swift punches to his ribs and backed off.
He came at her again and this time, he got in a punch to her shoulder. Goddamn that hurt. His fists were like little trucks. She ducked under another wild strike and grabbed behind her to grab her own drink, splashing it across his face. He cried out but before he could even wipe his eyes, Daisy had swung on him and his face greeted the floor rather enthusiastically.
She looked over to Clint, who was still fighting. She stepped in to help and he yelled back at her, "Get the civilians out, make sure that there aren't any more Hydra agents!" She looked around, most of the civilians were out and the ones that weren't were leaving. Clint got struck in the head, and dropped his gun. The man dove for it and grabbed it, training it back on the stunned Clint from the agent's position on the floor. Daisy had never been a soccer play, or a sports player of any kind, but she was sure that the punt she gave the agent's head would have made any kicker proud. Clint looked at her, and then behind her and his eyes flashed angrily.
She turned and saw an innocent looking woman, now with murder in her eyes on the phone with someone, she guessed, would not be happy that they were in town. She turned back, but Clint was tying up the unconscious men, more roughly than he needed to. "Next time I tell you something, listen." She scoffed at that.
"You're welcome for the save." He turned his eyes toward her and glared.
"We just put a whole town in danger because you couldn't think like an agent!" He was speaking at a regular talking level, but his tone was seething with anger.
"We just leave, and then we are good." Daisy explained easily.
"You don't get it do you? I'm an Avenger, this idiot recognized me. That means that the woman on the phone knows. Do you think that they won't destroy an entire town to kill an Avenger?" He explained as if she were a five year old. Oh… Shit.
"Oh, shit," she verbalized. He nodded his head, his anger no longer prevalent.
"Oh shit, indeed. Meet me at the car." He strode out among the blood and broken glass.
"I thought you said it didn't matter if we left?" she shot after him, beginning to follow.
He stopped at the door, waiting for her to catch up, "We aren't. We are defending." She finally comes to stand next to him and tried to coax a smile out of him.
"We could call ourselves the Defenders, since I'm not an Avenger and all that." His mouth twitched into a half smile, which relieved her a bit, that she had not angered him too severely.
"That'd be nice, but that name is taken already. Let's not waste any more time. Suit up." He stepped out of the door and into the sunlight.