James recoils as the glass finds its mark, raising a hand, too late, to try and shield his face. A grunt follows, then a growl, once he's recovered, and then he starts forward again, still heading for Natasha. He says something to her, still in Russian (называть вашу собаку), but this time, she ignores him, tugging Clint back towards the balcony.

"We may want to think about the window, after all."