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[straightaim.livejournal.com]

Practice time. Wanna see a trick?

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[youcancallme.livejournal.com]

Sure

[straightaim.livejournal.com]

Dare me something. Something to fire an arrow at, and how far away it should be...

[youcancallme.livejournal.com]

All right. *She'll look around to get a good look then point.* There About three hundred yards off in that tree? Old bird's nest caught in that narrow section between the two limbs? That'll do. Can you get it?

[straightaim.livejournal.com]

Oh, babe, I was hoping for a challenge.

*strings a regular arrow, draws it back, and leaves the bird's nest in tatters on the ground*

[youcancallme.livejournal.com]

*gives him a look* How old do I look?

And that's pretty damn impressive. It wasn't a very big nest. You do this often?

[never-small.livejournal.com]

Showing off for the ladies again, Clint?

[straightaim.livejournal.com]

Hey now, not all of us can walk up to a girl and start a conversation with 'So, how big would you like to see me get?'

[never-small.livejournal.com]

HAH!

I suppose that's true, and more's the pity for you. So what's the trick, or am I not birdlike and delicate enough for you to care to show me?

[straightaim.livejournal.com]

Oh, you're plenty delicate, Hank. Grow your hair out and slip on some heels, and then we'll talk.

Give me something to hit, and a distance from said object. I'm rusty.

[never-small.livejournal.com]

Hit yourself in the face, you big idiot. Honestly, heels...

What about a quarter at forty paces? I have no idea how you ranged weapon types do this...

[americas-cap.livejournal.com]

Only if it's a good one.

[straightaim.livejournal.com]

Come on, cap, you know my tricks are only the best. I've got you with the 'which hand is the trick arrowhead in' one more than once...

How about you toss that shield up as high as you can, and we'll see if I can hit it? I'm aching to use a few of these new vibranium arrowheads...

[americas-cap.livejournal.com]

...you can't shoot my shield.

There are kittens in it.

[straightaim.livejournal.com]

Aw, fuck. That's right.

throw the kittens

[hell-is-for.livejournal.com]

[ghostlypryde.livejournal.com]

Second star to the right, and, well, straight on?

[straightaim.livejournal.com]

If you're asking me to shoot a star for you, pretty lady, I'm not sure I can.

But if you hold up a little foil one for me, I could pierce it through the middle...

[ghostlypryde.livejournal.com]

Awe. Ok, hang on. Let me see what sort of stuff I have in here. *roots around and comes up with a small throwing star left over from a training session.*

Will this do, sir?

[straightaim.livejournal.com]

That's perfect, babe. And please...call me Clint. Or Hawkeye. Either's good.

Hold it up high, that's a girl. *strings arrow*

[ghostlypryde.livejournal.com]

Kitty Pryde. An honor to meet you, Hawkeye.

*isn't all that tall, but holds the weapon up anyway.*

You shoot me on accident and there will be harsh words. Just sayin'.

[speedymia.livejournal.com]

I like the purple. Brave.

[straightaim.livejournal.com]

Thanks, babe. It takes a brave man to purple and fight with a bow and arrow.

[speedymia.livejournal.com]

Just Mia, thanks.

It sure does. Never seen one do it in purple before. Is it some kind of theme?

[straightaim.livejournal.com]

Mia, then. I'm Clint.

Oh, yeah. You see...red white and blue was already taken, as was red and gold. So I figure, if some asshole sees me coming at him in purple and pink, he's gonna underestimate me, right?

Right. Works every time.

[speedymia.livejournal.com]

You know... that makes a scary amount of sense. Huh.

Nice to meet you, Clint. Seriously.