Owner	Pose
Clint Barton	It's taken time. You'd think the Tracksuit Mafia would be easy to hunt down, but for a bunch of idiots? They're not too shabby at hiding. Clint's been systematically attacking their operation for weeks. A warehouse here, a depo there. Simple things. It wasn't exactly an 'Avengers-Level threat' by any means. But someone has to look out for the little guy. That's why Agent Barton is here tonight, armed with a bow and a full quiver. He crouches down low, looking from behind cover to where a bunch of these clowns seem to be surrounding a single woman. Doesn't look dangerous. Doesn't even look like someone who'd be fucking shit up at first glance. Just wrong place, wrong time. "Hand over the money lady and nobody gets hurt. Well...except maybe you." The leader of this band of tracksuit-wearing thugs demands, cocking the hammer back on his pistol. ....all while Clint was pulling an arrow out of his quiver and drawing it into his bow. Deep breath. He's taking aim....
Crystal	There is a certain bit of surprise on the face of the woman as the leader brandishes a pistol. Not necessarily fright. Just ... "What are you doing?" she asks, tilting her head as she stares back at him. The others are likely at least a bit concerned by her lack of concern, but her focus is on the leader. And being ready to handle the bullet shiould he decide to summon up the courage to fire, instead of merely trying to intimidate her. Maybe it is just that she has been off-Earth for a while and forgot how quickly Terrans reach for their weapons.
Clint Barton	"I'm robbing you lady! Where's the fucking money?!" The main tracksuit thug demands, thrusting his arm forward as if to make the threat of a gun more severe. He puts both hands on his firearm and keeps it trained on Crystal. Suddenly, a single arrow goes through both of his hands AND the firing pin, rendering the gun completely inoperable and the man's hands bound in front of him as he suddenly screams! "Run!" A figure from the shadows calls to Crystal as another arrow is loosed, this time hitting a crook square in the shoulder with enough force to knock him flat on the ground! Yeeeaaah that's a surgery. The rest of the Mafia goons pull out handguns and start shooting in Clint's direction! Thankfully he's in cover, but at the moment? He's pinned down. But he has their focus. Crystal has choices here.