39

Better not call for help, you decide. It probably wouldn’t arrive in time, and if it did, it might just make the chaos and confusion worse. You bring up your bow again, draw, and take another shot.

At some point in the fighting, you pull back your fist to take a shot at some guy who’s running at you - but then you realize it’s Agent Woo and just barely manage to stop short of hitting him. He’s actually shouting, don’t hit me!, but in the noise of everything, you couldn’t hear him.

You shrug and toss him the little pistol from the kit you got at the start of the mission. He’s a S.H.I.E.L.D. agent, adaptable, capable; he should be able to jump right into this, and he does, admirably. In fact, he’s better at this than any of you, with some kind of weird, Zen fighting style that makes you see exactly why he was made a S.H.I.E.L.D. agent in the first place.

As order slowly re-establishes itself, you would swear it’s pretty much completely due to Woo’s influence. Which is weird, because it didn’t even really look like he did that much. Then again, you think, remembering Coulson, that seems to be a common trait amongst agents of S.H.I.E.L.D.