The specialist had the intention to keep running, to make it to the door and keep on going. But of course, Phil wouldn't let him leave without him chasing after him. The younger man kept on his feet as he looked briefly over his shoulder just as Phil shot off the taser. The shot narrowly making it's target just as tried to speed around a corner. This time of his body tensing up with nerves, his muscles clenched as he ran straight into the wall. He huffed out a breath, biting back the pain as he reached his shaking arm to pull out the barbs that had been launched from Coulson's weapon.

It didn't lift the fog. Clint still moved to get to his feet before falling back on his knees. "Fuck..." That might be something Clint would have said as he attempted to use the wall as something to push himself up on. His head snapped in Coulson's direction before just pushing himself off the wall, barreling towards the other man.