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Thor - Thor / The Avengers [movie-verse]

[notyet_king]

[loveshisbow]

[Clint was having enough trouble breathing to even notice what the hell Thor was saying or even think about moving. He couldn't be completely sure but he had the sneaking suspicion he'd cracked a couple of ribs in that fall. Which considering he'd just fallen ten feet onto some wooden stairs was pretty remarkable in its own right.]

[Recognition seemed to flicker in the man's eyes however and he tried to reach for his bow but it was broken and pinned beneath him.]

[notyet_king]

[the air was thick and turbulance abound near the ground but up high, there was a chopper honing in on the waning signal of its two agents. Help was on the way, though neither of them new.

Thor knew to stay below would mean a risk of death for them all - and much as he disliked these people he didn't wish for that. He lifted Clint, tight to his side as his knees bent, hand crossing over to his bow, the splintering pieces jagged to his hand and leapt.

High, with ease and persicion to land back above where he immediately ran up the flight of the unblocked stairway, the enemy in persuit.] Stay awake if you cannot on your feet, Hawkeye!

[loveshisbow]

[The jostling of Thor dragging him upwards had agony licking up Clint's side and when they landed on the landing above, his vision grayed once again.] I'm fine.

[He managed weakly, and fumbled in his uniform for the small miniature crossbow he kept stored away for just such an occasion when his primary weapon was destroyed. Unfortunately, the movements of Thor dragging the both of them up the stairs completely threw off the archer's aim though he was gamely trying to keep up with the Asgardian's pace.]Fuck..

[He snarled, frustration and pain clear in his voice.]

[notyet_king]

[once they were above ground it wouldn't have been any use anyway. A brief glance to the sky told Thor of Mjolnir's location and he willed it to rise higher, then strike down as he ran. He was careful to use what little cover there was on the rapidly running out dockway, to shield them as he couldn't fight back and carry his friend at the same time.

At some point, however, knowing of his stubbornness - he shifted to have Clint overlooking his shoulder, his warnings a help even if he couldn't look back himself. He could see their men bearing down for them... knew it would take a leaping jump.]

[loveshisbow]

[Thor was making it damned hard for the wounded archer to even reach back and grab one of of the quarrels from his quiver. Of course the fact that he could barely lift his right arm over his head without agony shooting up his side might have something to do with it as well.]

[Stubbornly, he forced his arm to move despite the pain and grabbed one of the explosive bolts up and fit it into the crossbow.] Too many of 'em. [He groaned and desperately tried to come up with a plan to shake off their pursuers.] Can't aim like this Thor.

[Gamely, he tried anyway and caught one of the men in the thigh by sheer luck alone. He fell with a cry but the others just kept coming.]

[notyet_king]

You will not need, to soon! [Thor shook his head, head tipping sharply upward to the lowering chopper and the rapidly running out ground space. It was the right moment to jump and the ladder was nearing...] Grab it as I jump!

[loveshisbow]

You're insane. [He snapped when he began to realize just what Thor was getting at. Obediently however, he stretched upwards when ordered and grabbed for the ladder when it came into reach and wrapped both arms desperately around one of the rungs.]

[notyet_king]

[any shots that grazed at his hanging legs did no good, but Thor still winced. His eyes on Clint struggling above as his hands pressed tight to his hips, pushing upwards with all his strength to get him as high as he could --] Ngh -- come, just a little more -

[he shut his eyes against the force of the wind hindering them, willing it to lessen, even just a little or there would be nothing left of them to return with.

And then it hits him, with clarity. The capture, the stunning.. and then the esperate attempts to murder if they didn't suceed. It didn't add up because it was not supposed to. There was no rhyme or reason to it all - so if there were no plans. Perhaps he -]

CLINT! [he roared over the noise, trying to get him to hear somehow as his resolve grew.] Make sure -- tell Tony -- Fury -- !

[the words cut off - but he doesn't know it, prays he heard it all. Lifting his face a little to meet his, willing he'd look back to him. Just once, and he could -]

[loveshisbow]

[With Thor boosting him up, the blond archer managed to get first one foot and then the other into one of the lowest rungs on the ladder. Having bullets whizzing by them definitely lit a fire under Clint's ass and he half hobbled further up the ladder and looked back down at Thor desperately to make sure the Asgardian grabbed on as well.]

WHAT?? I can't hear you! HURRY UP!

[notyet_king]

[Thor watched him with rapt attention, wanting to be sure before he let himself go. He himself could barely hear him reply - but he looked angry. He wanted to laugh, his lips even quirked. The last look for now would be this, then? He should have expected it.

It wasn't so bad, actually. It was normal, a default expression he had learnt to value.

He glanced down between them where his hand slid lower a rung, his intentions clear now. Below, the men had scattered under the chopper, but some were still following with shots.

Thor looked up, nodded at him a moment before he let go completely...]

[loveshisbow]

[Clint realized the stupid Asgardian's intent even before Thor had started to lower himself off the ladder. Surprise, hurt and finally rage transformered the injured archer's face into an angry mask.] NO! DON'T YOU FUCKING DARE!

[Even over the noise of the helicopter's blades, Hawkeye's scream could be heard. Never one to leave anyone behind, the stubborn fool let go as well and dropped down after Thor. The poor pilot's were shouting in their headsets wondering what the fuck these suicidal Avenger's were doing now]

[Unlike before, Hawkeye was aware he was going to be dropping through the air and landed much more gracefully.]

[notyet_king]

[Thor would have groaned in exasperation, his expression angered as they dropped and his hands immediately curled about the front of his insolant friend's shoulder and collar.] Fool! Why didn't you go -?

[of course, right about then is where the remaining gunners closed in and they had to seperate, Thor lunging behind a large crate as Mjolnir returned to his hand.]

[loveshisbow]

[Grabbing onto the pissed off dude with the crossbow probably wasn't the best of ideas there, Thor. Clint was sorely tempted to shoot the bolt at the Asgardian but shot it over Thor's shoulder at one of the gunmen and the man fell as the electrical current shorted out his motor functions.] Shut up and fight.

[Clint snarled and lunged forward to punch another man across the jaw and twisted the man so his body armor stopped the spray of bullets one of the other men sent his way. Clint's right arm was severely weakened by his broken ribs so he was relying on his left arm for the most part, something these foodpads were eventually going to figure out which meant they needed to end this fight in a hurry.]

[notyet_king]

[flight was never an option, and giving in was something he had thought would be best - defeat them from within if he had to, as Clint regrouped. But now it was foiled and Thor -- he growled out a terse order as the shots rang.]

One strike! I can end it!

[and hopefully, their men above realised when he drew his Hammer high, what his intent was -]

[loveshisbow]

[Indeed, the well trained S.H.I.E.L.D. pilots noticed and peeled off to put some distance between them and the fight below. The gunners did what they could to take off the outlying attackers but didn't want to risk shooting the allies on the ground and so their hands were tied for the most part.]

[Hawkeye shoved the unconscious man he'd been using as a shield towards the gunman and smacked him upside the temple with the butt of the crossbow before pulling the string back with a grunt so he could fire another taser quarrel at another gunman.]