[ Well it's a good thing that Clint acting like himself means that he's....acting....like himself.....? Man it was weird enough when it was gods and monsters and all that jazz, Clint really isn't into the whole other timelines mumbo jumbo. She reaches back, taps the top of her bow, and Clint's eyes gleam. Strangely, he suddenly can't think of anything he'd rather than to see Kate Bishop with that bow in her hands.
Yeah, he's more than a little pleased with his spur of the moment decision now. The weight of his own bow and quiver is a familiar one, and Clint doesn't bother draw any attention to it anyway. Soon enough. ]
What, you can't shoot blind?
[ He retorts, already starting to head off. There might be a little pep in his step, shhh. ]
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Yeah, he's more than a little pleased with his spur of the moment decision now. The weight of his own bow and quiver is a familiar one, and Clint doesn't bother draw any attention to it anyway. Soon enough. ]
What, you can't shoot blind?
[ He retorts, already starting to head off. There might be a little pep in his step, shhh. ]