Clint had a ball on the range that morning. He'd never had anyone come as close to outshooting him as Barnes had. It had really gotten his competitive streak up and sprinting.
Shot for shot, the two had stayed neck and neck, their scores so close – crossbows, compound bows, longbows, recurve bows, hell, even the damned Mongolian - it had been impossible to say for sure who was the better bowman.
Which to Clint meant he needed to get a hell of a lot more practice in.
Ex-Winter Soldier or not, no way Clint was letting a centenarian beat him!
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Heads up, I'm going to be starting a Marvel drabble challenge in about a week. Anyone can participate with any Marvel characters. The only proviso is you use the drabble challenge word and each drabble has to be one hundred words on the dot. Never done anything like this before, but should be a lot of fun!