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WHO: Kate Bishop and Clint Barton
WHERE: Avengers Mansion.
WHEN: July 30, after dark.
WARNINGS: None.
SUMMARY: Hawkeye I would like to know why Hawkeye II exists. KTHXBI.
FORMAT: Quicklog

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[Appears a girl, turning the corner through the gate, bathed in streelights. She's in uniform, mainly because it makes her look more impressive (as much as she can when you don't know her) and because she feels she's got something to prove tonight.]

Hey.

[She stops on the bottom step, looking up at him. That's his bow on her back, alright.]

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[He looks her over, taking his time to do so as he sips his coffee. There's something in the litheness that makes him think that she's young, but she's not scrawny. Good shoulders, for a girl. She'd need them with that bow.]

[His eyes move to the bow and he just. STARES. It's not a comfortable feeling to see the one item that surmises your entire identity in someone else's possession. It's wrong. He wants to hate her for it. He cuts to the chase.]

How'd you earn it?

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[She takes in his face with what feels something like distaste, or disappointment; bitter and cold. The shape of his jaw, his eyes, remind her of that portrait Clint had given her, a picture of happier times. She knows that face and doesn't want to have to recognize it; still, she swallows her childish resentment. She doesn't sit on the steps, just keeps standing--possibly so as to try and forget how much he towers over her.]

You came to me first, in disguise. Tested my physical ability. [She makes a face.] Screwing with me. Jerk. Anyways; you invited me back to the Avengers HQ for some target practice. I had the bow. You had-- [She motions with her chin to the less-than-stellar equipment next to him.] --that. We made a bet; I was skeptical about the Robin Hood shot, and you told me that if you could do it with your commercial stuff, you'd get the name and your bow back.

[She pauses, both to let him digest that and to give him the non-time it would take to figure out who won.]

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[He follows the story well, filling in the gaps with what he thought that he would do and coming near the truth. Clint had thought about tailing her or ambushing her, wanting to see if she lived up to the name. He doesn't have to ask if he made the shot - he's spent days practicing that trick, and he grins a little at the fool's bet that she took.]

Cap had already given you the bow and the name?

[Clint doesn't press the issue. He's not sure that he wants to know why they were Cap's to give, because there's a very short list of reasons why he wouldn't need them anymore. He doesn't want to hear any of them from a strange teenager. He just files it away under things to ask Natasha, Jen, or Tony.]

How come you've still got both?