Clint hesitated. It was something he wasn't prone to doing. As a general principle Clint followed his gut instincts on missions. It'd gotten him into a few hairy situations before, but more often than not it was also the thing that had made him the agent he was today.

He knew Tasha could take down a dozen men in a matter of minutes, but she was also having to look out for Stevenson, who was somehow managing to look shady even from Clint's hiding place. It was only a few minutes before he did something that compromised the mission and if that was done before the auction even got underway, things were going to go bad and go bad fast.

"I'm calling it in," Clint said before switching comms and notifying Hill of the situation.