After school Steve led Clint to where the archery team practiced.
The others had followed, even Pepper, Jane and Darcy. Jane had needed something to do since Thor had needed to leave and Darcy followed Jane. Pepper was there to watch Tony.
"I'm just saying," Bruce said, warning Clint once more about the difficulty of archery club, "don't be disappointed if they find you unworthy..or something."
"I'm not going to be disappointed, Banner." Clint replied walking a few steps ahead of Bruce. "Even if I don't make the cut, I'll still practice at Coulsons place."
When they got to the range, the others held back while Steve and Clint went up to coach 'Bullseye'. The man was named that for obvious reasons.
"What can I help you boys with?" The man spoke with a deep voice. Clint detected a light southern drawl to it.
"My friend here wants to see about joining the team." Steve answered. He'd decided it'd be best for him to talk to the teacher since Bullseye sometimes had a quick temper. Clint didn't argue.
"Oh? Well...we do have a spot open." Bullseye said, watching the empty space on the end. "But it ain't easy to get into this club, kid. Why don't you show me what you've got." Came the demand. The man didn't wait before walking towards the space, bow and arrows in hand.
Steve watched as Clint followed after him and went to stand with their friends.
"So? Did he get in or what?" Darcy asked. She liked Clint, Steve could tell. They both shared a fond fascination of picking on Stark to death.
"He has to prove he can shoot, then Bullseye will decide if he's worth it." Steve replied, leaning on the fence separating them from the field. The empty space Clint was at also happened to be the one closest to them.
"I still don't think he's worthy. Can he actually shoot all that well?" Tony asked. He'd always been the type to believe by seeing, not hearing.
"Watch and you'll find out." Pepper hushed him.
Everyone went quiet as they watched their new friend take a stance. There were three targets about 20 feet ahead and Clint had three arrows in the quiver on his back. Steve knew from talk around the school that if even one arrow failed to hit a target, even if the other two were bullseyes, Clint wouldn't be allowed on the team.
Steve looked away for all of a couple seconds at the sound of someone sneezing. When he looked back the quiver was empty and everyone around him had shocked faces on.
Clint had hit every bullseye.
"Holy shit." Tony said. He was always the first to get his voice back. "He is good."
They watched as the coach stood for a second, while the other club members gathered around, before he shook his head and grew a big grin and clapped a hand on Clints shoulder.
"Welcome to the club."
Authors Note: Hey. I just want to thank those who are actually reading this story and for everyone posting reviews. They mean a lot to me. Sorry for the short chapter, but the next one seemed like it needed to be a loner. I also wanted to say that updates might slow down a bit. I had this story already started when I first posted, but it's catching up with me now. Plus, I have this story on a laptop at my dads and no way of really getting to the story when I go to my moms, so don't expect much after tonight until at least Monday.
Again, thanks for the reviews, follows, favorites(if there are any) and just for reading this story. I promise to try and finish it(I have a short attention span) and if I do finish I'll do my best to make it in a way you'll all enjoy. I honestly don't really know where this story is going, but I got a feeling it's gonna get worse for the characters before it gets better.
Bye for now!
