Clint cursed as he saw Nat launch into action. Any chance of them slipping out unnoticed just went out the window. Not that she'd had a choice with Stevenson crouching like that.

He slid to the ground, momentarily losing sight of Nat, when she did resurface over the crowd she was in trouble. He shoved his way through the crowd, hitting the man from behind at the right angle to snap his collar bone. The man cried out and loosened his grip on Nat, just as another guy tackled Clint.

Out of the corner of his eye, Clint could see Stevenson make a run for it. That son of a bitch. Clint wrestled his guy into the wall, trying to shake him with repeated punches, but the guy was tenacious. If he had to judge by the fighting, he'd say ex-green beret.

He glanced over at Nat to see how she was doing.