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WHO: Hawkeye, Bullseye/Dark Hawkeye, MAYHAPS KATE CAMEO? Hawkeyes everywhere.
WHERE: Some high building top SOMEWHERE.
WHEN: Eeeh, August 7th. Internet is dying, just in case it’s slow.
WARNINGS: Violence, lots of rage
SUMMARY: Hawkeye has had enough of Lester’s shenanigans.
FORMAT: Quicklog

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[Clint had been sidetracked by the whole sins thing, given that Tony had taken to causing orgies in Central Park. But since Stark was back to himself - or as close to the Tony that Clint knew that he was going to get with the whole teleportation/time travel thing, he could get back to what was important on a personal level: tracking down the murderer playing dress-up as HawkeyeHe was on patrol, but it was less about protecting the City and more about scouring it for signs of Bullseye. It was sheer luck that put him on an office building roof, just a story higher than its neighbor, on which stood a very familiar costume

MATCHING ICONS

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[A ear-piercing "WHIZ" shot past his ear. The concrete shattered. Suddenly, the weapon he was so adoringly bouncing up and down in his hand... didn't drop back down. Slowly, his gaze drifted to the arrow now pinned next to him.]

Oh sh...

[Of all the lousy timing! He leaped up and spun around, drawing his own bow and arrow. He pivoted to face the direction the arrow had come from, spotting the attacker which he'd already assumed the identity of. Cocky motherfucker.]

ABOUT TIME YOUR LAZY ASS SHOWED UP! Took ya long enough!

[Without another word, he released the arrow, aiming for Clint.]

AND AGAIN

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[ Clint jumped, sacrificing the height advantage for not dying, and the arrow's path took it right through where his head had just been. He rolled to his feet, bow at the ready. He quirked a smile. ]

You know, most of my fans just send a letter. This was a little far to go for a Q&A -

[ He let loose the arrow, a net one this time, instead of a pointed. ]

Don't you think?

ONCE MORE WITH FEELING

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[Dammit! He missed. Well screw that. He didn't like missing. Not one bit. He managed to dodge, but not without getting grazed by it on his left arm. He could feel the thin line of blood slowly pooling into the fabric of his uniform. He swung the bow back over his back once, and instead, snapped the head off the arrow.] ]

Believe what you want, bitch! Truth is, you got a baaaad bad rep 'cuz of me.

[Leaping into the air, he snapped his wrist forward, released the arrow head, aiming for Clint once more.]

And that ain't changing any time soon! I'm havin' too much fun!