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Laurel stands behind him, her hands across over her chest as she looked around looking scared, "Is it safe?" she asked quietly, not even sure what all just happened. There was a lot of loud popping noises, people running around, Laurel was caught off guard when a man said to follow him, he would keep her safe.

Clint's watching the fight move away from them before answering the girl. "You're fine, just stay close for now. Looks like they're herding the stragglers to the far end of an alley. The worst is over."

He put a hand to his ear, listening for a moment. "That's the last of them, Sir. No, don't send Ironman, I've got a civilian with me, going to get her some place safe, then come in. Understood, Sir. Hawkeye out."

Clint finally turns to see the woman behind him on the roof and gives her a reassuring smile. "Fight's over, it will be alright. Do you want to come with me and I'll get you down from here?"

Laurel nodded her head, "Yes, please," she replied in grateful tone since he had happen to come across her and pulled her to safety. Laurel had been training since Tommy's death, but that was just so unusual or perhaps not with how unsure life had been lately.

Pushing her hair back, she stepped close to the man as she offered a smile, "thank you for everything."

Clint smiled. "My pleasure. Are you alright? You look a bit shaken. Would you like to sit for a few minutes? We're perfectly safe here."

He was getting used to helping freaked out citizens and knew they were usually in shock whether they knew it or not.

Clint shouldered his bow and nodded toward a shady part of the roof. "Come on, I know I could use a rest."

He was covered in dust and grime and he could feel blood drying on his shoulder where he'd been grazed by a bullet.

Laurel nodded her head "Yeah, just for a moment," she knew she needed to dig out her cellphone, call her dad, but he was right, she needed to settle her nerves down first.

Following him to the shaded part of the roof, she actually smiled at the bow reminded her of the Hood, who she hadn't seen in awhile, not since he saved her at her apartment.

"My name is Laurel, Laurel Lance, yours?" she asked as she sat her bag down and with ease,sat down on the room, leaning against the wall of an entrance way to the stairs.

Clint never knew whether to use his codename or real name in these situations, and just settled on his first name. "Clint. You're not hurt are you?" he asked, looking her over as they sat down and leaned against the wall. "I know I grabbed you pretty hard, I hope I didn't pull your arm out of it's socket or anything," he said, giving her a grin. "I was in a bit of a rush, but couldn't just leave you behind. I wasn't one hundred percent sure I'd got everyone behind us."

But he had known that Tash had been watching his back from another position, so he felt confident in that at least.

"I'm use to being jerked around," Laurel said and then paused since that sounded bad. "I mean that," she sighed, shaking her head "I'm use to being in situations where I'm man handled like that, so no, I'm fine." Laurel was babbling a little, but that was because of her nerves.

"I was in the incident in Starling City were the Glades suffered an kindof earthquake," she admitted, but she had been shot at, kidnapped, and a list of other things before that event.

"Wow, you haven't got the best of luck, do you?" Clint said, chuckling. "At least we caught this one before it got out of control. Minimal damage and from what I'm hearing on the comm, only a few bumps and bruises."

He bit his lower lip, knowing it was none of his business, but he felt it his responsibly to ask since she brought it up.

"I'm a nosy bastard, so I have to ask. When you say you've been man handled before, you aren't being abused or anything are you?"

That was the kind of shit that Clint would put a stop to in a heartbeat, but only if she asked.

"If it wasn't for bad luck lately, I'd have known at all," she replied with a shrug of her shoulders, but she had hope things would change soon for her.

Laurel chuckled softly, "I knew that came out all wrong," she sighed, "no I'm not abused, I fight back if someone hits my, fathers a cop. But sadly, I've been in two fights this year, one led to me being kidnapped..." she looked over at him, kind of awkwardly, "like I said, bad luck."

Quickly she added though, "thanks for asking, not a lot of people would though."

"Damn," Clint said, shaking his head in disbelief. "And I thought I had some rough days. Kidnapped? Was it a ransom thing or what?" He gave her his most disarming smile. "I did warn you I was a nosy bastard and that's some pretty serious stuff. You're not still in danger are you? As you can see, I have some rather powerful friends if you need protection or anything. Though, you probably don't want the Hulk over for dinner," he teased, trying to lighten the atmosphere despite his serious questions.

"Have you heard of The Hood?" she asked him, "some villains found out that I had worked with him on a case and well...used me against him." She shrug her shoulder, "needless to say, we don't work together anymore, but I just to attracted trouble, must like my smile." Laurel smiled at him, joking lightly, because what else could one say about it? "No..no...I'm fine, am very well look after with my father and his friends, some time bad things just happen."

Blonsky walks below Clint, apparently without an escort of any sort. He's currently unaware an Avenger is nearby, but he looks more interested in wherever he's heading. He knows someone will be after him soon, but he still thinks he hasn't been spotted so he's only walking briskly.

He's hoping to make it another half-hour without being spotted, but a wary glance behind him should indicate he's not depending on it staying that way for that long.

Behind Clint stands Pinhead, the Pope of Hell. Surrounding Pinhead is his Gash: Butterball, with a sickly bloated face and eyes sewn shut, to his left; Chatterer and Deep Throat to his right. They bring with them a faint scent of perfumed vanilla, the smell of lust and passion, that barely masks the stench of rot that lies beneath their disfigured and mangled flesh.

"Beautiful, isn't it?" Pinhead says, his voice unearthly, cold and commanding. "The edge of Hell. The abyss of pleasure and pain. Enjoy the sight while you can still see through your human eyes."

Hawkeye's senses are still on high alert from the fight, so when he turns, it's with arrow drawn and pointed at Blonsky's heart.

"Heard you got out of your cage. Did you have anything to do with this?" he asked, a sharp edge to his voice.

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"I hear he's a nice shot and goes after the bad guys in town," Clint said, grinning. "And if you're his friend, I guess that would make you a great big target for all the bad guys. Watch you back, it's not safe to be around the good guys when everyone else wants them out of the way," he warned.

He nodded. "Glad you've got protection then, sounds like you need it."

Clint turned, arrow drawn and pointed at Pinhead. It kept moving back and forth between his minions as he warily watched them all.

"What the holy fuck are you?" he asks, wondering if he took a hit to the head and just didn't realize it.

"We are not friends, that partnership is over," she assured him and then she chuckled to the last of his words, "yeah....but things had settled down, till," she waved her hand around, laughing, she couldn't help it.

"Until?" Hawkeye prompted, curious about the woman who knew The Arrow. He had respect for the guy, whoever he was. He was pretty sure SHIELD would have tried to recruit him if they didn't already have Clint on the team. Though at times it did make him wonder about his job security.

"Today," she commented with a light shrug, chuckling softly.

"Oh, right," Clint chuckles. "Is it sad that days like today have become completely normal to me? As if nothing out of the ordinary just happened?"

"Really, you sure you're okay?"

He stops, looking down at the tip of the arrow and then back to Clint. Blonsky can't quite remember the last time some had menaced him with a bow and arrow, and raises an eyebrow.

"Heard Banner made an appearance so I came out of my cave to see what all the fuss was about. Turns out I missed the fight." So no, he hadn't had a hand in this but he's starting to regret it, regardless of which side he might have been on.

"Not at all, it's you life, what you are use to," she answered with ease something she was kind of use to as well, perhaps even missing.

Nodding her head "Yes, Agent Clint, I'm fine," she assured him. "Perhaps we should make our way down, I'm sure you have other important things to do."

"You know we won't let you near him," Hawkeye warned. "You go after Bruce, you go after all of us, and I really don't think you want to do that."

Why they hell had they let him out anyway?

"Show's over, go back to whatever rock you crawled out from under before I change my mind about letting you go."

"Yeah, I've kind of been ignoring the orders being shouted in my ear," he grinned. "But they're used to that. It really pisses them off, but it amuses the hell out of me. Hang on a sec."

He tapped his earpiece. "Yes sir, was just checking to make sure the civilian was in one piece. Understood, sir."

Clint tapped the comm and rolled his eyes. "It's like having a nanny, I swear."

Damn he missed Coulson.

Laurel made a face, "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to get you in trouble," she shoot up instantly, wiping her slacks of any dirt and then picked up her bag, "So I can just take the stairs and you can be on your way, I...I don't want to keep you."

"No worries, I'm always in trouble," Clint grinned. "I talk too much, I don't always obey orders to the letter, and I've been a real pain in the ass since my - well, I'm not exactly the poster child of obedience. I'll walk you down, going that way anyway."

He'd been specifically told to use the stairs and not to climb down the building as he'd climbed up. They took all the fun out of his job.

"You sound like a problem child," Laurel teased as she chuckled softly, pushing her hair out her face.

She nodded her head, "Sounds good," turning on her heel, she moved over to door the would lead them inside.

Having a deep moment, Barton? Or are we just spying on someone?

Have you ever known me to be deep, Jess?

[He actually was, but wasn't up to talk about it, so lie, lie, lie!]

Spying, being a voyeur, it's all the same isn't it? [He gave her a cheeky smile.]

[She's not really sure what to make of that, but it gets a good eye roll out of her. It's not like she's going to press it with him.]

I see you're charming as always.

What brings you to my neck of the roof?

Oh, you know. Just figured I'd come bug you. [A nod towards the manila envelope in her hand.] And I was asked to bring this to you. Don't worry: I didn't peek.

[Clint sighs and rolls his eyes.]

I'm sure it's just another order to report to the shrink, since I ditched again. Sorry you had to play delivery girl.

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"You got a lot of cleaning up to do, don't you?" Blonsky looks around at the devastation. He's not looking to be a saint, but he's been trained in rescue and recovery. There has to be something he can do around here. Things are painfully boring otherwise. Besides, he might learn something about how this team came together if he sticks his neck above ground for a while and plays along.

It's not like I really mind. [She sets the envelope down on the nearest, semi-flat surface, but it's easy to tell he'd rather she just set the damn thing on fire. Sorry, Clint.] And for what it's worth, I don't blame you for ditching, either.

Not your fault. Have a seat. small[He's going to ignore the envelope for now.

How are you enjoying life at SHIELD?

Clint eyes Blonsky warily, unsure of what the man wants or what his goal here is. "Can I get you a bucket and mop?" Clint asked, looking confused. "What are you doing here, Blonsky?"

[She quirks an eyebrow, hesitant before she wanders over and takes a seat. It's nothing personal, of course. Just that Jess kinda lacks some pretty basic social skills. Takes her a while to warm up to people before she can feel like she can be herself.]

It's a job and it pays, so I can't really complain. It's something to do that mostly keeps me out of trouble unless that's what the assignment calls for. I guess I like it.

He looks less than pleased at the remark.

"I hear something big is going down. Aliens? Hell yeah, I'm there." He opens his arms as if to signify that yes, he's in fact present right before Clint. "I missed the fight. Okay, not pleased about it but I'm still good for search and rescue."

And since the incident at Harlem had only shown his Green and Ugly side, he was technically an unknown. He wouldn't have issues with gaining attention like Steve, Tony, or the Hulk might. He's not trying to be altruistic, but it was his job until Ross put him on the serum.

Just keep something in mind, will you? Don't trust them. Don't trust you're being told the truth, or the whole truth anyway. As for me, I just assume I'm being lied to, it's easier that way.

Clint was getting tired of this bullshit and tapped the comm in his ear.

"Sitwell, I have a situation here. Emil Blonsky has shown up and wants - what? You've got to be shitting me? But Bruce is down there?" Clint's jaw tensed as his teeth clamp together. "Yes, Sir."

"The Director wants to see you," he grumbles, because from the sound of it, it wasn't a 'capture the bastard and put him in a cell' kind of want to see you.

"Come on."

[There's a bit of a snort there. A little puff of air from her nose.] Not a concern for me. I'm not exactly the kind of person who trusts just anyone. I've been burned enough to know better.

Well, now there's a complete surprise. Blonsky actually does a bit of a double-take before following Clint.

"Don't tell me Fury wants to shoot me himself." He narrows his eyes, more wary now of the situation he's initiated here. Still, he follows, keeping a sharp lookout for trouble, or maybe even Banner.

"Hell if I know," Clint grumbled, not liking this at all. At least Bruce had already been removed from the site, so he didn't have worry about that. "I swear to god, if he's going to try and recruit you, I'll shoot myself."

Clint led the way to where they'd set up base and Hill pointed to a building, following behind the two like a protective mother duck.

Fury stood staring out the window, not bothering to turn around when he said, "If you'll excuse us, I have something to discuss with Mr. Blonsky."

Blinking, Clint shook his head, wondering what the fucking hell was going on here. Shrugging, he gave Blonsky a warning glare and left to wait outside.

[Up to you what Fury wants with you :)]

[Clint grinned.]

Smart girl. Any fun missions lately? I'm still grounded until they're sure Loki didn't fry my brains.

There's quite a bit of yelling that makes it through the door, all of it clearly from Fury. He's, well, furious that Blonsky would even show up, and he knows exactly why he's actually here.

Still, the World Security Council will have Fury's neck if he doesn't give Blonsky the opportunity to show he can provide some 'beneficial' service. He's in a bind, he knows it's only a matter of time now before the council learns that Blonsky came out of hiding. When they do find out, they'll find some way to pin it on Fury if he doesn't make some effort to appear like he's playing along. They'd wanted the unstable soldier in the first place.

Blonsky sticks to his initial offer though, even after Fury claims that the Hulk disappeared after the fight. It would follow Banner's usual pattern, but the soldier seems set on sticking around.

Blonsky is sent outside, with Fury shouting for Clint through the open door. He may indulge Blonsky's little game, but like hell he's letting him run around without someone to watch him, or anywhere near civilians. There are plenty of alien bodies to dispose of, Blonsky's ability to do damage can be limited if they keep him around things that are already dead.

Clint had heard the yelling through the door and was hoping Fury was going to throw the man into a deep hole somewhere. Instead, it looked like he was going to be sticking around to help with the clean up.

And this was reason number 472 why he didn't trust Fury or SHIELD.

"So what, I'm your babysitter now? Fuck me," he muttered. "Come on then, let's go see if there's people who can still be saved."

"The box," the Priest answered, unperturbed by the arrow drawn and pointed at him. He extended a hand towards the opened Lament Configuration lying abandoned on the floor. "You opened it. We came."

"I fucking did not!" Hawkeye squawked, eyes darting between pinhead and the box. "Who are you and where the fuck did you come from?"

And damn, doesn't your face hurt??