Water patted down onto roads as Clint prowled the rooftops of apartments, looking for his target. Nick Fury asked the marksman to track down the new media-famous vigilante and bring him in; for reasons classified.

Clint halted his footsteps as he caught movement in his peripheral view - a lone figure scurrying into the enclosure of a dark alleyway.

He dropped down right in front of the alley, squinting, rain blurring his vision. And that’s when he spotted his target: you; bleeding.