[There really wasn't much to do on this ship, so to Blonsky, a stroll through a random hallway seemed as good of an idea as anything else for a way to pass the time. He could call it keeping watch, but then again, nothing ever really happen-

THUD.

Blonsky hears the sound amplified and turns quickly. Within a moment he's found the source - only two doors behind him - and quickly surveys the scene. It tells him nothing beyond flying slippers exist now. A coma seems all the damage done and, spotting the communicator still recording, he quickly picks it up and continues the broadcast.]

I'm bringing him down to the infirmary. If that's not the usual protocol for this, then someone get here quick and stop me, but I'm not leaving him here.

[Cuts feed, then lifts Clint into his arms and begins carrying him out.]