Atlas Gym, Friday

[so_hawkward]

Clint was sitting at the front of the gym with his feet up on the desk and his laptop in his lap, catching up on all the archery he'd missed by not being willing to get up at four in the morning to watch it live. He was not at all bitter that SHIELD wouldn't let him even go to the trials, really. It wasn't like he could beat the pants off of the frat boys the USA had sent. Together. While blindfolded.

He'd probably look a lot less frustrated once he got to the women's archery feeds.

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