The thug Jim jumps gives a yelp that might be an exclamation of "bro!" at a pitch rising fast on a rocket of pain. Clint leaps off the dumpster at the other, lunging in a tackle that knocks the balding Russian off his feet.

The one fighting Jim takes a swing at him, but the dynamic of the fight has changed. This isn't him and his buddy in a position of strength, ambushing an injured man and beating him at their leisure. This is a hard-scrabble fight, and he's gotten more used to bullying frightened tenement-dwellers lately.

"Jim, these're the guys! The tracksuit guys!"