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Rated: T
"Are you my supposed idol, Mister Barton?"
Barton raised a brow at the strange question, staring at the young girl with cool eyes. Sadly, after the whole Loki/Chitauri fiasco, he had gained a legion of dedicated fans of both females and males.
It made his job as an assassin just a little more difficult and he did not like that.
"What exactly is that supposed to mean?" He asked and the girl smiled at him and gestured to his archery equipment.
"Weeeell, I have to guess that you're the archer of the Avengers people, right?" Kagome asked, but Barton did nothing to confirm her assumption (though it was pretty damn obvious it was correct), "My little brother says I'm supposed to like you."
"Supposed to?" Barton furrowed his brows, not really sure what she meant by that.
"I don't know you, so how am I supposed to like you just because you're an archer like I am?" Kagome shrugged, "You could be a bastard for all I know."
If Barton was insulted by that, it certainly didn't show on his face, "You, an archer?" He gave her small form an unimpressed look.
"I think we should go for that lunch, Miss Kagome." Steve said, wanting to step in before things got too heated. Sadly, he seemed to be too late for that.
"Yes, I'm an archer and possibly a better one than you."
Far too late...