Clint Barton, codenamed Hawkeye, carried a special longbow in his hand. Upon receiving his orders, he quickly arrived here.
The sky was nearly light. It was the time when their defenses were at their weakest.
This mission involved only him. He was to capture someone if possible, and if he could, the target was Tony Stark.
A bulletproof Hummer that had not been driven into the garage was parked outside the luxurious villa nearby. The intelligence was limited.
Clint decided to infiltrate the place. The quiver on his back contained all kinds of arrows, his greatest specialty.
With only a few flickers, Clint had already approached the villa. He used a rope to leap through a second-floor window.
The house was a mess, with metal parts scattered everywhere.
There were leftover materials from cutting work and scorched walls, making it look like a chaotic workshop.
Clint quietly made his way inside. His footsteps landed as softly as the pads of a cat's paws, making no sound at all.
"Did you take a wrong turn?"
A voice suddenly sounded behind him. Startled, Clint immediately turned, sweeping the special longbow in his hand across.
Batman was drinking his breakfast tea. Seeing the bow sweep toward him, he raised a leg and kicked it away, then tossed the teacup in his hand over.
By his body clock, he had only just returned home at this hour. It was nowhere near time to sleep, and he kept himself in excellent condition. A few hours of sleep were enough for him.
Clint's infiltration had been under Batman's watch from the very beginning. Batman simply had not alerted him.
Batman had even had time to use JARVIS's system to hack into S.H.I.E.L.D.'s database again and run a comparative search.
The longbow was kicked back at him,