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He hoped.
But he doubted that this would actually end peacefully.
"Right now," Barton said, lazily gesturing to his archery equipment, "I was headed to the range anyway. I normally don't make a habit of beating little girls, but I can't say no to one either."
"Well, this 'little girl', as you Americans say, is going to kick your ass," Kagome smirked, seemingly absorbing the pure confidence that seemed to ooze off of Barton, "I'll even bet myself on it."
"And it definitely just got more interesting," Tony murmured with a half-lidded look and Steve glared harshly at him, "I know you, as a repressed virgin, wouldn't take the deal, but Barton would have to be an idiot not to accept."
Steve quickly stepped in, ignoring Tony's idiotic words, "Miss Kagome, I don't think you should bet such high stakes." He said worriedly, but Kagome didn't even look at him.
And he felt a pang of... something that he couldn't explain at her lack of attention.
"Yourself?" Barton raised a brow, glancing her up and down, "There's not much a runt like you can offer me." He had no idea where this attitude was coming from, but this girl just seemed to wake up his mischievous side.
"If you win, I'll do anything you want that's within reason," Kagome shrugged, her blue eyes gleaming, "Bet whatever you want if I win."
"I'll think of something, but it won't happen," Barton smirked, gesturing for her to follow him, "The range isn't too far from here."
"Wow, sucks for you that you got stood up by your little girlfriend for Barton of all people," Tony slapped Steve's shoulder to his irritation, "But that's what playing Captain Virtuous gets you."
He really hated Tony right now...