Feat Clint; Prompt Bloody

The specific purpose of this fierce fight was clear; Hydra was after Wanda for her unique abilities especially after her considerable time in Westview with SWORD. It efficiently was a large, magnificent display of how the mind stone had melded with her disordered mind and showed just how powerful of a possession she could, indeed, be.

Consequently, while she was ostensibly at Clint's home and had overwhelmingly shown him what had happened in her life the past few weeks via his television and then the intense display of her powers. Sure, SWORD and SHIELD had not picked up on her major outburst. Yet, there was one specific group that they had not accounted for. Sure, the notion that HYDRA had been flushed clear but it is accurate; cut off one head and two will instantly appear.

It efficiently was a cold winter morning and Wanda was generously helping Clint spotlessly clean up the private kitchen and living room area as they made small talk. Wanda was still reticent to talk earnestly to Clint about what she had been through because he genuinely thought she was only rambling. It was fair to assume she was losing her mind; the sufficient proof realistically was in the pudding after all.

Therefore, when the flashbang canister was lobbed inside the smallish cabin through the window at the back by the couch. Clint went right into the direct action by jumping on top of Wanda and sufficiently covering her sleek body with his own. As an added precaution, Wanda manifested a bit of her Hex Magick to cover them with a shield to give them both time to react. The impenetrable Hex shield did nothing to cancel the mighty bang of harsh light and sound which disorientated Wanda for a few moments as her ears were hit with the sound which made her scream as she covered her ears. Clint seemed a bit disoriented himself as he laid on top of her but once they managed to examine one another's eyes; the pair grasped what must be done.

Wanda promptly dropped the effective shield and Clint rolled off toward the underneath of the plush couch to grab his elaborate bow and specialized arrows. Wanda naturally made it into the private bedroom as she crawled there to instantly put on a key pair of his oversized boots and a pair of sweats pants; tugging gently on her puffy jacket quickly. With a scarf winded around her face to aid her breathing through the smoke; she came out with another one for Clint and a random jacket that she naturally found for him while she properly dressed.

"Who typically knows we are here? Do you think...My notable show...The rare tornado?" Clint waved her off and instructed her to be quiet as he pulled her behind him and moved toward the front door as it was suddenly kicked in. Wanda pulled up a ball of her Hex Magick and aimed it at the intruder to push him down hard into the unforgiving wood and soil all the way into the hardened ground below. The distinguished man, dressed in all black with a Balaclava on his grave face and a gas mask could be heard making gurgling sounds as she compressed his chest with so much force that his ribs caved in and pierced his lungs. 

Clint had already been lining up shot after shot as he strikes three men in a row. The next arrow was a timed bomb that blew up the truck that was parked outside of the cabin that caused the both of them to fly back as the intense light hurt their eyes and made their ears ring. With that distraction, he seized Wanda's hand and began to haul her out of the cabin door and into a run. The following thing she comprehended was that they were both sliding in behind Wanda's rental car that they could use for cover.
 
When Wanda looked around, she noted they were surrounded. With a hiss, she assumed a kneeling position and carefully moved her nervous hands into a rhythmic dance as she suddenly threw those powerful balls of Hex Magick at about five different men; compressing them into balls so that their bodies remain nothing more than meat and bone pudding. Clint was not merely sitting beside her either; he was shooting accurately at armed men in various spots until one of them jumped over the roof of the car to capture Wanda and Clint pushed one of his arrows right into the side of the man's neck. As he did so, warm spurts of flowing blood came gushing out to coat Wanda's lovely face and proper clothing and ran all down Clint's used arm.
 
It correctly was no foolish lie that they were hopelessly outnumbered and surrounded right now. Wanda, in her profound grief, did not think as she stood abruptly and forcibly pulled up so much Magicks that she was able to send one of their helicopters to the ground with a sickening crunch of metal as the people inside screamed wildly in pain and agony. It took, almost, all of Clint's strength to capture the petite woman by the waist and tug her back behind the car. "Do you still possess the keys?" He yelled over the distinct sounds of organized chaos going on around them. "Definitely, they are in my pocket," she indicated as she wrenched them out of her pocket and conveyed them over to him.

Clint looked around, looked at the battered miserable heap, and then back at her. "Tell me this is gassed up, at least?" Wanda swallowed with difficulty and nodded understandingly before she properly spoke, "I instantly filled it up right as I typically got into town, why?" Clint then pulled on Wanda and carefully moved to the personal driver's chief seat while he eagerly pushed her into the back of the private car."Get in...I don't know if this will undoubtedly work but we dearly need to desperately attempt to get out of here," he succinctly stated as he promptly turned on the capable car. It sputtered a few times as Clint bellowed at it to persuade it to start. It must have been listening as it puttered to its miserable life and he instantly advanced to slam it into drive and advised her to get down. Bullets were being discharged at the hood of the car in an attempt to disable it. They didn't mind killing Clint, but Wanda is the prize they were looking to take in alive. Wanda did so, but it seemed like a fruitless endeavor. Over and above, Clint has affectionately known these private lands better than she typically did and he took off in a specific direction that genuinely surprised her. 


"Where are we going?" She asked in an intense and crazed voice, but Clint didn't reply to her. "Are you hurt? Are you hurt, Wanda?" Clint practically yelled at her to make sure he had her full attention. Wanda looked down at herself and jerked her head no. "No, no...This...This visible blood is not mine. Are you?" Clint shook his head as she climbed into the front seat to be next to him. 

 "Promptly put your seatbelt on," he bellowed the order at her. Wanda did not argue with the man and completed exactly that. "What about yours?" She was frantic now as she promptly turned toward the back of the private car to instantly see that they were being followed. 

"They are religiously following us, there is nowhere for us to typically go," she screeched at Clint. He didn't answer, he merely reached out a capable hand to merely put it over her own and gave it a squeeze as he looked her in the eyes for a moment. The comprehensive look was soft and worried, "do you trust in me?" Wanda could only swallow thickly before she returned the same look to him and nodded; "with my eternal life." 

"Good, then hold on, I am intentionally going to lose these f***ing guys," He naturally said with steely determination. 

Wanda didn't know he was driving to a barn that he had way on the edge of his land where he had all of his weapons and other things that they would need to be stored. As well as another private vehicle. It was set up like this for one reason only; for something like this and it was precisely something he genuinely thought he would never need but Clint was always prepared for something. It really was just the rare kind of complex lives Wanda and Clint lived as Avengers.