Coulson's hand went ignored as the cub turned on Loki. He crouched down and pinned his ears flat against his skull, tail twitching behind him. His lips were curled in a silent snarl, a warning for Loki to stay where he was.

Clint was at a severe disadvantage, but he'd enforce the distance between Coulson and Loki by force if necessary. Part of him hoped it would be necessary.