High above the burning bow, Iron Man, whom Hawkeye had sent flying with Rabbit Kicking Eagle, spun through the air several times. After countless attitude-control thrusters blasted gas in rapid succession, he stabilized his flight again.
"You're not bad. Didn't expect government agents to have someone who could fight this well. Want to come work for Stark Industries? I'll give you a hundred thousand dollars a month, plus all kinds of T2-level benefits."
Tony stopped fighting. More accurately, this had never been a fight to the death. He had only wanted to teach that disrespectful agent a lesson.
But after exchanging blows and failing to land even a single punch, the wealthy tycoon took a liking to Hawkeye's skills and immediately began waving around the Golden Dollar Club.
"You're not bad either." Hawkeye saw Coulson behind Tony giving him an OK sign and put away his bow as well. "I take back what I said. You're not useless, and you've got plenty of personal charm."
That made Tony happy. He patted his iron belly.
"So, are you coming? Seriously, working for an intelligence agency has no future. After that thing with Obadiah, I had someone look into it. That Agent Coulson of yours? He's over forty this year and can't even afford his own house. He can only rent. His online shopping history is nothing but instant noodles and toilet paper. It's too tragic."
Coulson, who was carrying the unconscious Thor behind Tony, paused. He raised a hand to cover his chest, but when he felt the hardness of Cap's signed trading card in his breast pocket, he pulled himself together.
Working quickly with Mockingbird, he dragged Thor by the legs and hauled the soaked man into the open rear cabin of the Quinjet beside the ship.
Hawkeye had deliberately