Short one, this time. 'Fess up: Who else used to watch that show - and loved it? :D

Warrior Prince(ss)

Clint reached back for another arrow. His hand closed around thin air. He cursed softly. Looked like it was time to go hand to hand against the remaining – he decided to call them robots. Probably the wrong term, technically, but then, it didn't matter what exactly they were as long as he managed to put them down, right?

Before he scrambled down from his vantage point, Clint took a moment to survey the situation.

Stark and Thor were fighting up in the air – yes, some of those buggers actually could fly. Rogers and Tasha were down on the ground, back to back, surrounded by several enemies. And the Hulk – well, he was causing as much damage as always, and not only to their adversaries, but that was hardly news. Clint could hear him roar somewhere in the near distance.

It looked like Tasha and Steve were the ones who could use another pair of hands – they definitely had theirs full. So Clint moved over to them. While he was still on the move, Rogers was taken down by a blow to his head. He went down like a felled tree. Lucky hit for the robot that had scored it.

Clint cursed again, loudly this time, and jumped over the rubble on the ground. There were only five of the robots surrounding Tasha – nothing she couldn't handle – but from the corner of his eye, he saw another four come rushing to her.

He needed to intercept them and take them out before they reached her. She was good – but not that good.

He needed a weapon, a ranged one. He needed –

He stepped on something that made a metallic sound.

Clint stopped. Looked down.

Steve's shield.

Without thinking, he picked it up and turned to the four robots that were approaching Tasha. he did a quick calculation and then, threw the shield.

It glanced off an exposed steel beam, hit the first and second robot in the backs of their heads, bounced off another wall and hit number three and four with enough force to disable them, too. And then, returned to Clint's still-raised hand.

He spun round to Tasha who, meanwhile, had dealt with three of the other five robots. Steve was coming round again, too, slowly sitting up and blinking.

"Watch out!"
Clint threw the shield again, knocking out one of the two robots that had been about to attack Steve from behind. This time, the shield didn't return to him because Steve stuck out his hand and caught it in mid-air while getting up.

"Thanks."

And that, obviously, was the end of the fight, because only a moment later, Thor and Stark joined them. Tony slid back his faceplate. He was grinning.

"Saw what you did there, Feathers", he said. "I got it all recorded."
He tapped his finger against the side of his helmet.

Clint glared at him.
"I swear if you or anyone else starts calling me Xena, they'll die a slow, painful death."

Tony's grin broadened.

"How did you do that?" Thor asked. "Did you put an enchantment on the shield so it would return to your hand?"
He seemed clearly intrigued.

Clint shrugged.
"Nothing special, really. All about angles and trajectories. I'm good with that kind of stuff, just in case you didn't notice."