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She was ignoring him.
Steve knew it wasn't likely intentional, but he still didn't like it at all. Kagome was far too caught up in the competitive spirit between her and Barton.
Also, Tony was starting to piss him off with all his snarky little comments.
"So," Kagome tied her hair back into a ponytail, looking at Barton while she was doing so, "How are we going to do this?" She asked when they arrived at the range and were ready to start.
"Five arrows. The one who makes the most accurate shots out of the five from 150 feet wins," Barton stated, giving her a glance, "That all right with you?"
"Of course," Kagome nodded, taking a step back with a cheeky grin, "I like to respect my elders, so you can go first."
"Are you calling me old?" Barton stepped into his familiar stance and loaded his compound bow with an arrow. Only a second later was it lodged deeply into the centre of the bullseye.
Barton's two teammates and Kagome watched as he released his remaining four arrows; all the exact same shot as the previous one, "Your turn." He said with a confident smirk and stepped back.
His shots were absolutely perfect.
Kagome examined the bows that were available, not particularly liking what she saw. She glanced back up and surprised the three males with her question, "Mister Barton, would you mind if I used your bow there?"
Nothing would be better than beating Barton with his own bow...