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Some chick dig bronze age, y'know...

Do they?

I assume so. I hope so. Or life as we know it would have died out with the invention of the bow and arrow...

But of course. Silly me.

You sound cranky with me, Rach...you're not, are you?

Of course not!

I was teasing you.

Oh man, you had me worried for a minute there...!

We still on for Archery lessons? I'm itching to get out on the range.

You kidding me, Hawk?

Name the date and I'm there. Pepper says I shouldn't meet the kids, though, because I have a tendency to make them cry. :S

You make kids cry? Ah, that's bullshit, I don't believe it.

Well, whenever we do it, the boys'll be at school so it'll just be me and the sprog. She's a quiet one, you won't hear a peep from her.

How about this tuesday?

I'm serious. Children don't like me. And I'm pretty terrified of them.

But it sounds wonderful. I look forward to it.

As do I, Ms Dawes. As do I. Wear something comfortable, with short sleeves. Meet me at Pepper's place, oh...mid-morning...

Short sleeves and comfort? I can do that.

You got yourself a deal, Mr. Barton. Can't weasel out of it.

You keep telling yourself that.

Hey now, bugface, at least a bow and arrow is a manly weapon...

Cause web is somehow womanly? I had no idea!

Web = Lace.

Work with me here, Spidey...

...I am unamused. Web might look some other sticky white things but lace it does not.

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