Avengers Imagines

Clint Barton #1 part 3

I took one step into the backyard of the building and instantly sensed a trap.

"This doesn't feel right." Grayson said.

Great, you had to say that when Clint was listening.

"Clint what do you see?" I asked.

"Two bodyguards in a room on third floor near the front... The roofs damaged... It's to empty." He said.

"Progress." I said.

"_____" Clint warned.

"Its nothing I can't handle." I snapped.

"Grayson... Take two men go round the front. On my word break down the door." I said.

He nodded.

I didn't give Clint any orders I was tired of him bossing me about.

"Stay here... Wait for my word." I told the agent.

He nodded.

"_____?" Clint asked.

"Stay put." I demanded.

"The two bodyguards have gone... I can't see them." Clint said.

I panicked a little.

"Ready to break down the door." I told the agent, standing with my back to the building, pulling out my gun.

"Grayson... Three... Two... One!" I shouted and both doors where smashed open.

The agent I had for assistance was shot and wounded when he smashed in the door.

I shot at the three men.

I dragged the agent out into safety.

"Can you walk?" I asked, applying pressure to his wound.

He had been shot two inches above the knee.

He winced as I raised his leg to look for an exit wound.

"Straight through... Pressure." I said.

I tool off my jacket leaving me in a tight black vest.

I ripped off the sleeves before placing it back on.

I tied the sleeves tightly around his wound.

"Can you fight on?" I asked.

"Agent _____, I'm one man down." Grayson said over the ear piece.

Great.

My hands were covered in blood.

"Your going to have to make for safety. Use the first aid kit and clean up the wound as best you can... If you can fight on I need your help." I said.

"I shall fight on." He said.

I nodded.

I had blood stains up to my wrists as I reached for my ammo.

"Grayson... I'm going to drag the men out back... You go I for our target and be careful." I said.

"Going... Three... Two... Now!" He said.

I drew out the distraction and dragged six men out of the building.

I shot at them and gunned down two, killing three.

I went to shoot the sixth...

My gun was out of ammo.

I went to reach for my other gun.

"Awww... Out of ammunition?" He had a Spanish accent.

"I've got a clean shot." Clint said.