well here's the next chapter
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Clint's POV
Clint frowned. Years of fieldwork had taught him to always trust his instincts. And currently his instincts were telling him that something was about to happen.
Tilting his head slightly, Clint allowed his gaze to sweep around the workshop. Santa's Workshop. No! Clint resisted the urge to shake his head, he could not allow –Santa- to get under his skin. Clint let out a sigh, slowly, so that it would not be noticeable.
His breath clouded in front of him.
Clint frowned. What was wrong about that? Because something was wrong with that. Even if they were in the arctic. He swept his gaze around the workshop again. That had to be it. It was the arctic, there was nothing strange about feeling a bit cold.
Feeling a bit cold whilst standing next to a wood burner.
Clint swung around, pulling his backup bow up and notching an arrow to the string. He ignore the queries of his teammates, instead searching frantically for something out of place. Because it had to be there.
There!
A flash of blue and brown, jumping down from the open skylight.
He released the arrow
It flew straight, completely on target. This was not going to be the first time he missed (Loki had caught the arrow, not dodged it).
A slight widening of teal blue eyes
The arrow activated, opening into a net which wrapped around the target.
A surprised yelp.
Clint was already moving towards where he knew his target had fallen. He stopped.
Before him, sheepish grin on his face, arms raised in mocking surrender through the net wrapped around him.
Jokul Frosti.