Tony stopped bothering with the apes and started trading blows with Hawkeye using his massive fists. Hawkeye, meanwhile, fired arrows at him without a care, since they could not penetrate the armor anyway.
The clanging never stopped as Hawkeye spun around Iron Man like he was pole dancing.
Spinning, jumping, his eyes wide open.
Coulson dragged the unconscious Mockingbird into the lower deck compartment. He poked his head out from the hatch to observe the battle, then pressed the earpiece in his ear.
"Cavalry, Hawkeye has Iron Man tied up. Bring the Quinjet over and prepare to retrieve the target. I've entered the lower level of the ship to recover the bugs and surveillance devices."
Static crackled over the communicator. Melinda cleared her throat. "I'm right above you. Don't tell me how to fly a plane. I'm the pilot."
"Heh heh, Coulson out." The balding agent chuckled twice and cut off the transmission. Then he turned and pinched Mockingbird's nose. "Barbara, stop pretending. There are too many compartments for me to recover all the equipment quickly by myself. The apes are no match for Iron Man. We need to leave before he comes to his senses."
The soaking-wet Agent Morse sprang up from the floor with a Carp Jump. Her physical abilities and martial skill gave her tremendous willpower, and she was also good at holding her breath to feign unconsciousness.
Still, her face reddened a little. "What kind of excuse did Clint come up with? He made it sound like he has a crush on Natasha and me."
Coulson stared at her for a moment, smiling without a word. They were all agents with exceptional powers of observation, but perhaps this was what people meant by being blind to one's own situation.
"Forget that. As long as the result