Sorry, Clint. It could have been that there was more than one Clint Barton wandering around in the world, but to Kate, that would have been way too big of a coincidence.
"Yeah... mostly." Not that she was going to go back on her claim out loud. She was on the fringe of the Avengers, anyways, and some of those guys were getting old, let's be real. She rolled her eyes, and her gaze settled on her gear, sitting right beside her on the table. Her fingers were itching for her bow, but she wasn't going to make a move just then.
"How do I know you're not the delusional fanboy, here? I know Clint. He gave me that bow." (Kind of. Cap gave it to her first, technically, but she's trying to prove a point okay) "And you're no Hawkeye."
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"Yeah... mostly." Not that she was going to go back on her claim out loud. She was on the fringe of the Avengers, anyways, and some of those guys were getting old, let's be real. She rolled her eyes, and her gaze settled on her gear, sitting right beside her on the table. Her fingers were itching for her bow, but she wasn't going to make a move just then.
"How do I know you're not the delusional fanboy, here? I know Clint. He gave me that bow." (Kind of. Cap gave it to her first, technically, but she's trying to prove a point okay) "And you're no Hawkeye."