The Archer and The Novice - Clint Barton/Hawkeye
I let my mind go blank as I allowed my instincts to take over, aiming the bow at the target on the opposite side of the archery room in a recreation centre. Just before I released the arrow, one shot past me and buried itself deep into the target's bullseye. I huffed in annoyance and glanced over to see a man maybe a little older than myself with a more high-tech bow and a smirk on his face as he saw me looking at him.
"Can I help you?" he asked, arching an eyebrow.
"Yeah, remove yourself from my target area." I stated, lowering my bow as he scraped a scrutinising eye over me.
"Your legs are too close together, they need to be shoulder width for you to be accurate." he remarked. "You're a novice aren't you? You new at this?"
I ignored his remarks and aimed the bow how I have been for years. I was aware that he'd stopped talking and felt his eyes on me as I pulled the bow string back to my cheek. I released the arrow and watched with a satisfied smirk as it split his right down the middle. I turned to look back at him with the same smirk on my face and quirked an eyebrow.
"Still think I'm a novice Hawkeye?"
"How do you know my name?" he demanded, lifting his bow up and aiming it at me after loading it.
"We both work for SHIELD Mr Barton, you should read more of the folders Fury hands out. They can be helpful at times like these."
"You used to have blue hair, didn't you?" I nodded with a smirk. "Agent Frost?"
"Good to see you still remember me Hawk." I smiled, making him lower his bow as he relaxed in front of me.
"What are you doing here?"
"You're not the only one who practises here Clint. And as you just saw, it paid off."
"Yeah, it did." he muttered.
"I can't believe you called me a novice." I scowled, making him laugh. "If we weren't in a public building right now, you would so get it for being cocky with me."
"You love it." he teased, grinning.