Imagine Pietro saving you from Clint's arrows.
"This was a bad idea." You whispered to yourself as you hid behind a tree. You cautiously peeked behind, only to almost be hit in the face with an arrow but luckily, you caught it.
Mumbling a "shit" under your breath, you took off from your hiding spot with Clint still shooting arrows at you.
Clint would be lying if he said that he wasn't impressed by your reflexes. You made him miss shots, which were pretty easy for him, over and over again.
You ran and ran till you couldn't anymore. "Turn around with your hands up!" Clint ordered and you let out a grunt before following his instructions.
Before Clint could say anything else, he was knocked to the ground by a flash of grey and you sighed in relief.
All of a sudden, you were swooped off your feet and withing a millisecond, were laying on the snow in front of Pietro.
"You didn't see that coming?" He asked cockily and you rolled your eyes with a chuckle.
"Just help me up, loverboy." You teased and he smirked, quickly helping you up and taking you to safety.