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Who: Kate Bishop and YOU
Broadcast: Fleetwide
Action: Planetside
When: This morning

[ kate is down on the planet, hair tied back with a light-coloured bandanna. she's holding the device selfie-style -- a shooting aesthetic born of the snapchat and periscope generation. ]

Do any of you know the story of the one red paperclip? Some guy up in Canada started with a paperclip, which he traded for a pen, and then traded that pen for a hand-made doorknob, and then that for a camping stove (plus fuel). And he kept going until fourteen trades after the red paperclip... he got a house. A whole futzing house.

Well, my one red paperclip was a piece of foil-wrapped gum I was holding onto since the day I arrived. Two votive candles, one fishtail braid, some dice, a repaired rope bridge, wooden shoes, and a barrel of mead later? [ her free hand reaches for something off-screen, which turns out to be a simple wooden bow. ] This is my whole futzing house. Suck it, whatever intergalactic bank handles our fleet credits. Suck it.

[ later, she can be found celebrating her minor economic victory down at the BEACH -- sunbathing, or swimming, or just diverting herself by building odd shapes in the sand. find her there, or cooling off in the evening at one of the taverns -- a little sunburned, but looking thoroughly satisfied. ]

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Very good, then.

I suppose I never did ask if archery was your specialty as Hawkeye, but it's good to know that assumption wasn't incorrect.

Guess it would be pretty trashy to call myself Hawkeye and not shoot, huh?

[ she may also be very good with other weapons, but hey -- a classic is a classic for a reason. ]

I suppose the reconnaissance skills alone would merit the name, but it would be somewhat disappointing.

Fair enough. No -- I've been doing archery for years. It was Captain America who gave me the codename, though. Along with Clint's old bow.

Was he retired at the time, if I may ask?

Actually? I thought he was dead. We all did.

[ and for a while, he was. but that's too dark to underline. so kate changes the narrative just a little bit: ] Turns out we were wrong.

I'm glad you were wrong about it; I find him to be a good man.

[Internecine bickering aside. Clint may have fought against the Vision, but there was never any malice.]

That's Clint. A crack shot and a good man and a lousy everything else./span>

[Where's the lie?]

Has he acquired a bow of his own? I'd be very interested to watch the two of you shooting targets at some point.

He's been borrowing one from one of the villagers, I think. But he doesn't have his own. Not yet.

No doubt his skills at the red paperclip trade aren't your equal.

I wonder if the locals would be interested in an exhibition.

Like a sorta Robin Hood competition? Hm. It's not a bad idea.

Minus the competition for the hand of Maid Marian, of course. The disguises and secret identities would be acceptable.

I love it. Question is, would Clint be game? I'll have to figure out how to best convince him.

Please do let me know if there is any way I can help convince him. If nothing else, I've some local currency I could donate to the prize pot.

You'd do that? Wow. You must really wanna see who's the better Hawkeye.

[ spoiler alert: it depends on the day. ]

I would imagine there are certain aspects you're both better at, depending on the circumstances. But I've yet to see you in action and judge for myself the ways you might be different against the Hawkeye I know.

And we should rule out any trick arrows. Clint's too fond of those.

Except perhaps in a special round. I'd hate to deny him of the pleasure.

Ok, ok. But nothing too explosive.

Agreed. It would be a terrible idea in a heavily forested area.

And we're a little late in July for fireworks.

I'd like to think if he has some, he'd prefer to save them for an actual threat regardless.

Wow. The Clint you know sounds legit responsible, then?

He presents the facade, at least.

At most times.

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