[ Clint didn't know why he was going in one direction, but he figured it would have to do with the sudden rushing weight to his middle as he hit the ground near the other agent. His body didn't take long to react as he reached for the knife that had knocked out of his grasp when Phil had tackled him. Feeling such as remorse and compassion were something completely foreign to him, yes. Anger? Might not been shrouded from his mind as well as the other emotions that would have been able to hold him back as he flipped the knife in his hand. Phil was...really nothing at the moment.
Black Widow was his target. Clint could tell by the emotions playing on her fact that she was distracted. By what? He didn't really know (or care rather). It was more of a benefit that she was this way as he started to push himself to his feet, swaying where he stood for a moment as he allowed his balance to return to him. ]
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Black Widow was his target. Clint could tell by the emotions playing on her fact that she was distracted. By what? He didn't really know (or care rather). It was more of a benefit that she was this way as he started to push himself to his feet, swaying where he stood for a moment as he allowed his balance to return to him. ]