Clint hadn't missed it either, his eyes widening for a moment in the closest thing he ever got to an "oh shit" expression because Coulson sure as hell didn't have exclusive rights on the unflappable persona. His foot stomped down on the accelerator, jolting the vehicle forward in a burst of speed.

"Just in case you missed it, that's what I've been doing for the last hour and a half. Sir." His jaw clenched as thunder rumbled and a bolt of lightning struck off to their left. They were in the bloody desert for fuck's sake!

"I really hope you meant drive towards the giant tornado-thingy, sir. Because I'm not sure we can avoid it at this point," he added, his voice tense as he swerved around a rolling something moving too fast to make out. "Also, if we end up in Oz, I am so coming back with a flying monkey."