He sees the blood shortly after, eyes narrowing. Well this just put the mission on a deeper scale of 'oh shit'. So much for training. If these Agent's live, how ever, he might trust them to be a bit more careful. Life threatening situations tend to do that. or.. .scare them away.
He just hoped they were alive. He was tired of losing Agents. More so when they were as green as these.
When Clint moved to take lead he didn't even consider telling him no. This was how they worked. Honestly, it was better that Clint took lead anyhow, as he had the eyes. Phil's reaction time wasn't bad, but after the events in New York, they'd slowed a bit. Which is why he stuck to training now.
The machines were loud, processing something it seemed, though it was hard to tell what they were for. Though after a giant loud BEEP the large steel door at the front of the cave came crashing down, rolling fast and dropping into place, knocking the two of them into dim blue light in the hall way they were stuck in.
Phil found himself pressing his back to a wall (not only a smart idea, but also because he had a bit of a backstabbers issue now, thanks Loki), eyes narrowed and looking back. Welp... he'd expected something like this. They both did, no doubt.
He could just make out Barton in the dim blue light, his face serious, a silent shrug of his right shoulder and a look that said 'here we go.' Only one way to go now.
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He just hoped they were alive. He was tired of losing Agents. More so when they were as green as these.
When Clint moved to take lead he didn't even consider telling him no. This was how they worked. Honestly, it was better that Clint took lead anyhow, as he had the eyes. Phil's reaction time wasn't bad, but after the events in New York, they'd slowed a bit. Which is why he stuck to training now.
The machines were loud, processing something it seemed, though it was hard to tell what they were for. Though after a giant loud BEEP the large steel door at the front of the cave came crashing down, rolling fast and dropping into place, knocking the two of them into dim blue light in the hall way they were stuck in.
Phil found himself pressing his back to a wall (not only a smart idea, but also because he had a bit of a backstabbers issue now, thanks Loki), eyes narrowed and looking back. Welp... he'd expected something like this. They both did, no doubt.
He could just make out Barton in the dim blue light, his face serious, a silent shrug of his right shoulder and a look that said 'here we go.' Only one way to go now.