"Shadows moved," he lied, watching those hands like he didn't quite believe the gesture, and backed off another step.

The instant the kid glanced away was an opportunity he felt compelled to take advantage of- the chance to neutralize this 'threat' and get out of there as fast as humanly possible- and he pulled the string back, wondered which limb to take out first.

Hawkeye breathed, forced himself to loosen his grip again and shook his head against the oppressive force seeking to rob him of his own will.

"What do you want?"