Clint PoV
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I walked to the Weapons Tent, surprised to see Peter there practicing his archey. I had insisted he sleep that night, to take a break from studying the spiders, yet there he was.
"What are you doing here?" I asked padding up behind him.
"Couldn't sleep." Was his short and dry reply.
There was definitely more that he wasn't telling me.
He pulled back the string, aimed, and shot. Bullseye.
"Goodjob."
He didn't hear me. I didn't think he could hear anything besides the excited voices screaming inside his head.
I watched as Peter shot again and again, missing only a few times. He had come a long way from that little kid who first showed up at compound.
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The next morning I stided up to Harper.
"Has Scott come back?" I wondered. Or tried to least, I added silently.
"No, sir."
"Send someone to try and see what he wanted. Tell them to go to his house or something."
"Yes, sir."
Harper wasn't much of a talker. Though, that definitely wasn't the case when she was an infant. She was the first kid I had ever helped. Her parents just left her in a box. She was half-starved to death by the time I found her and brought her home.
Everyone else had though I was crazy, bringing a baby to a criminal organization. They were right of course, but it still hurt. Harper was a good girl growing up, hardly ever gave me any trouble.
After speaking with Harper, I decided I should check on Pete. He was in the lab when I found him.
"It's amazing," he said as I walked up behind him, "I think I can recreate it using the DNA of others and inject the venom of the spider into the bloodstream of whoever you want to enhance."
"Have anyone in particular in mind?"
"No," he answered absent mindedly, continuing his work.
"Y'know, I have another project for you to work on after that's finished."
"Oh?" That got his attention.
He looked at me intently while I answered.
"I have a scepter of sorts. It gives off a strange radiation, and I was hoping you'd give it a look."
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Kate and Peter were as different as could be. Kate was bold, confident, and strategic while Peter was anxious, witty, and brash. It made it harder to train them. One technique might work for Kate and ruin Peter, and vise versa. But, luckily, I'd trained with both of them long enough to know what would help and what wouldn't.
I stood with Kate, gesturing to the apple hanging about 30 FT away. She could do it; I knew she could.
She pulled back her bowstring, aimed, and aimed. She squinted, concentrating on the apple. I kept quiet. I didn't exist. It was just her and her target.
Everything went in slow-motion as her fingers release the bowstring.
It hit the apple with ease.
"Great job!" I laughed.
She was standing there, speechless, as if even she couldn't believe that she had done that.
"I did it." She breathed.
She was one step closer to becoming the next Ringmaster.
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