Compared to the other chapters, this is much shorter, mostly because writing for Switzerland and Clint is harder for me than I thought. Trying to keep Switzerland neutral was tough, and Clint wasn't in the Avengers long enough for me to pinpoint a distinctive personality, so I based some of his behavior from Avengers: Earth's Mightiest Heroes.

Still, I hope you all enjoy!

Switzerland found himself having a staring contest with Clint. Despite the other nations, who were eager to meet with the famous Avengers, Switzerland would have preferred staying home. He had other things to do than spend time with a person he didn't care for. Unfortunately, America didn't understand the term neutrality, even if he had used it at one point in his life. Instead, with the bright idea that Switzerland needed to attend this get together, he was dragged onto the plane and brought here, to talk with a guy who didn't even say a word to him.

Why did America even think this would be a good idea?

"Impressive rifle," Clint spoke up, starting off their conversation. "How'd you get it past security?"

"Private airline," Switzerland responded. "My rifle goes with me everywhere. I never leave it at home."

"How good are you with it?" Clint asked.

Switzerland felt offended, though he didn't show it. He kept up his poker face.

"Better than you are with your arrows," the Swiss nation responded.

America had told him a little about Hawkeye, who was supposed to be the world's greatest archer. Clint smirked at hearing what he considered to be a tone of challenge.

"Really now? You do know I'm the modern day Robin Hood," the marksman responded.

"Had no clue. I don't really care about what happens past my land," Switzerland answered with a shrug.

"What drew you to the Tower then?" Clint asked.

"America doesn't take no for an answer," Switzerland responded.

Clint nodded his head in understanding.

"True," the human said. "Well how about we go and hit some bullseyes? You with your rifle, and me with my arrows."

"Fine," Switzerland responded with no enthusiasm.

Clint led the nation into the training room. JARVIS set up the room to be a shooting room, with two targets at the very end of the room.

"What are we basing this on?" Switzerland asked as he shrugged off his rifle.

"Whoever can hit the bullseye," Clint responded, pulling out his spare bow and quiver from the cabinet.

"One shot?" Switzerland asked as he judged the distance between himself and the target.

"Yep," Clint answered, activating his bow. "We'll shoot at the same time."

"Fine," Switzerland remarked, never taking his eyes off his target.

"Don't sound worried or anything," Clint teased as he lined up.

"Never am," Switzerland responded, getting into position.

Clint gave a small chuckle, but remained silent as he lined up his shot and drew back the draw string. Switzerland used his scope to get the bullseye in his line of shot, and placed his thumb on the trigger, applying some pressure.

"On the count of 3," Clint spoke up once he was happy with his position. "1...2...3!"

Clint released the tension on the string while Switzerland pressed the trigger piece. Both bullet and arrow flew through the sky to their intended targets. Shouldering their respective weapons, the two made their way over to the targets and looked them over. Clint gave off an impressed whistle when he came upon the results.

"Evenly matched," Clint commented.

"So it would seem," Switzerland responded.

"Well I'm impressed," Clint said, clapping the nation on the shoulder. "How about we get a beer? Tony's treat."

Switzerland gave a nod; he was getting a free beer, so there was no way to shoot down the offer.

Switzerland was referencing America's Neutrality Acts of 1930s, which claimed America would be neutral in European and Asian affairs, even though we were selling weapons to England.

Next chapter will be Natasha and Russia & Belarus. Maybe dear Natasha will learn some tricks from Belarus?