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[compromisedarrow]

Who: Clint Barton; Open
What: Shooting Range antics; Archery Lessons, or just come to bug.
When: 03/06
Where: Shooting Range
Rating:

If there's one thing Hawkeye likes to do, it's shoot arrows.

But you've heard all this before.

Here's Agent Clint Barton, shooting arrows into a mock-up of a dummy, occasionally going out to retrieve them. Come bug?

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[the_effect_she_has]

You are here so damned often, I should give you a job.

[Katniss says wryly, from where she is leaning in the office doorway. She has her arms folded over her chest, watching him shoot arrow after arrow with admiration. If she was as good as him, she'd never have to worry about being hungry again.]

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[compromisedarrow]

I could use the extra money.

[He shoots an arrow, getting it on target, even when talking.]

That desperate for help?

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[the_effect_she_has]

I could use the time off. It's prime season for hunting.

[She watched him sink another arrow into the target, before lifting an eyebrow.]

Would you want the job?

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[compromisedarrow]

Well, you need a decent shooting instructor. As long as that's my official title.

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[the_effect_she_has]

Hey, there's already a decent shooting instructor. Me. But I suppose we could use one with more experience.

[compromisedarrow]

Fine. Chief Shooting Instructor. Better?

[the_effect_she_has]

Much, thank you. [She smirked briefly, before she glanced behind her.] Guess I should start writing up a schedule -- weird - I got used to not having one. Then having one on my wrist.

[compromisedarrow]

On your wrist?

[the_effect_she_has]

In District 13, everything is scheduled. They would print it on your wrist in indelible ink, so you wouldn't have an excuse to shirk out of your duties. I ... was never very good at following it.

[compromisedarrow]

Why doesn't that surprise me?

[the_effect_she_has]

Because I am altogether too predicable in my unpredictability?

[compromisedarrow]

And you recognise talent when you see it?

[the_effect_she_has]

Well, that is true. I always do recognize talent.

[socovert]

[Oh, hey. A shooting range of some sort. This is something that Sydney can get behind. Finally, something kind of cool here.

She watches someone as he shoots arrows. Her experience with a bow and arrow is none.]

Guns, I can shoot. Arrows, not so much.

[compromisedarrow]

I've never really been as good with guns.

[Notch, draw, aim, shoot, bulls-eye. Within five seconds.]

But if you have a hobby, no sense doing it by halves.

[socovert]

Then maybe I should try arrows sometime.

[Welp. She's pretty sure this guy was born with a bow and arrow in his hands. No other explanation.]

When no one's around so I don't wind up shooting someone's head off.

[compromisedarrow]

[They don't call him the World's Greatest Marksman for nothing.]

I teach here. If you want lessons.

[originalcopy]

[Church figured if he couldn't find Barton sulking on the roof then the next best place to find him would be at the range. He remembered Barton saying something about teaching people how to shoot.]

Hey.

[He'll just casually join Barton and watch him shoot.]

[compromisedarrow]

Hey.

[And he's just going to keep on shooting away.

Not big on starting conversations, this guy. He eventually has to hop over and retrieve his arrows.]

[originalcopy]

[Yeah well, Church isn't exactly the best at this either.]

Look, I just wanted to say... I appreciate your help getting out of that hell hole.

And I'm sorry... I'm sorry I couldn't save Nat. I couldn't save anyone.

[compromisedarrow]

It was my fault.

[He shoots another arrow.]

You did your best. Better than me.

[originalcopy]

My best. [he snorts dismissively] Fat fucking lot of good 'my best' is.


You were stuck on the other ship, not a lot you could do from there.

[compromisedarrow]

If I had kept my mouth shut... [People may have still been alive.]

...Never mind.

[The next arrow goes through the target and into the netting behind.]

[originalcopy]

We would have gone insane anyway.

[compromisedarrow]

I didn't help.

[He couldn't help. He was powerless. Again.]

[originalcopy]

Nothing would have helped. You saw it over there.

I had three different people try to kill me in the span of 24 hours. Fuck knows what I would have done if...

There really wasn't anything you could have done differently.

[compromisedarrow]

Yeah, tell that to my subconcious.

[He's going to wait a minute, before going in to retrieve his arrow and replace the target.]

[originalcopy]

Try not to let it... try not to let it get to you too much.

[He was going to say 'drive you crazy' but that seemed poor taste even for him.]

[compromisedarrow]

[A grunt.]

Do me a favour. Follow your own advice, too.

[originalcopy]

[a nod]

Catch you around man.

[beastisbeauty]

Bruce is actually enjoying getting to know people in Paradisa, though he still worries about the Other Guy. Still, he feels the need to connect with the Avengers, since they are here and are his team. He comes to the range and stays out of the way, but close enough for conversation.

"Hi."

[compromisedarrow]

A glance back.

"Hey, doctor."

Notch, draw, aim...

"How are you doing?"

Shoot. Bulls-eye.

[beastisbeauty]

"Not too bad, I think. I'm...adjusting."

He gives the archer an awkward smile.

"You are really good at that. Did you start really young...uh, if you don't me asking?"

[compromisedarrow]

"Yeah. When I was a kid." He's not going to elaborate further. "How about you? What made you go in to study genetics?"

[beastisbeauty]

Bruce shrugs uncomfortably. "I wanted to know about people and what makes us who and what we are."

Which is as far as he will elaborate.

[compromisedarrow]

"That's pretty damn noble." Notch, draw, aim, shoot. "Wish I could say the same."

[beastisbeauty]

"It wasn't noble. I wanted to make a point to someone."

[compromisedarrow]

"What was the point?"

[beastisbeauty]

"That humanity, being a person, and worth are not measurable by genetic make-up."