The rain at least doesn't deafen the sound of the guy's pained yelp, or the splash as he hits the pavement. Matt steps over to him, putting a heavy boot on the guy's chest.

"You're lucky the Avengers want you," he tells the poor man writhing under his foot. "They might go easier on you than I will."

He raises his head to where he knows Clint was perched. By now Clint might be on the move, coming to meet them.