Man now his bruised ribs hurt like a mother too. Jim has had it up to here with these guys. His head snaps up with a sick determination and he all but sprints after the guy, leaping to tackle him to the ground even as the tracksuit is already stumbling from the, quite frankly, professional Captain America toss Clint pulled off with that lid.

Both of them go down on the pavement at the same time. Jim slams the guy's head against the pavement with a reverberating smack. Then kicks him again for good measure when he scrambles to get off the guy and back on his feet proper again.

"Think...think I might hate these guys, man."