Clint had barely registered the second body, trusting that one to Coulson while he felt for a pulse on the one he'd hit. Did he have a pulse? The way he was dressed made Clint suspect that they were runaways from a Ren fair or they really weren't from around here.
And he would have heard about a Ren fair near here by now, they'd been here almost a week. It's not like there was a lot to do for entertainment in the middle of bum-fuck nowhere New Mexico.
Although when he herd the tell-tale sound of a taser, his head jerked up in alarm in the direction of his boss. "You did not just.... Please tell me you didn't just tase the nice alien, sir. Isn't that grounds for... hell, it's not even an international event anymore, is it? What is it now, interstellar? Intergalactic? Interplanetary? This was not covered in the briefing, sir."
There wasn't time for him to get an answer, or even babble out more of a protest, because really, tornadoes and aliens and what the hell was this? Either way, his half-panicking was interrupted by the inert, incoherently mumbling male on the ground in front of him suddenly coming to with a ferocity and lunging at Coulson, knocking Clint over in the process.
Clearly Clint hadn't hit him hard enough the first time.
His foot shot out on instinct, taking the hulking blond man down to land face first in the dirt before he'd even gotten a step. Clint stared down at him in mingled annoyance and horror. "Okay, I'm sorta sorry about that, I didn't really intend to do that, but man, I just hit you with my car, you really shouldn't be moving like that and my boss will tase you. Just as a warning. You might want to stay there till we get this sorted."
Grimacing, Clint rubbed the sand off him and cast a disgruntled look in Coulson's direction. "I think it's a little late for the 'We come in peace' spiel, isn't it?"
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And he would have heard about a Ren fair near here by now, they'd been here almost a week. It's not like there was a lot to do for entertainment in the middle of bum-fuck nowhere New Mexico.
Although when he herd the tell-tale sound of a taser, his head jerked up in alarm in the direction of his boss. "You did not just.... Please tell me you didn't just tase the nice alien, sir. Isn't that grounds for... hell, it's not even an international event anymore, is it? What is it now, interstellar? Intergalactic? Interplanetary? This was not covered in the briefing, sir."
There wasn't time for him to get an answer, or even babble out more of a protest, because really, tornadoes and aliens and what the hell was this? Either way, his half-panicking was interrupted by the inert, incoherently mumbling male on the ground in front of him suddenly coming to with a ferocity and lunging at Coulson, knocking Clint over in the process.
Clearly Clint hadn't hit him hard enough the first time.
His foot shot out on instinct, taking the hulking blond man down to land face first in the dirt before he'd even gotten a step. Clint stared down at him in mingled annoyance and horror. "Okay, I'm sorta sorry about that, I didn't really intend to do that, but man, I just hit you with my car, you really shouldn't be moving like that and my boss will tase you. Just as a warning. You might want to stay there till we get this sorted."
Grimacing, Clint rubbed the sand off him and cast a disgruntled look in Coulson's direction. "I think it's a little late for the 'We come in peace' spiel, isn't it?"