𝐎𝐋𝐈𝐕𝐈𝐀 𝐌𝐀𝐘 𝐒𝐈𝐃𝐎𝐑𝐎𝐕𝐀, the wife of Natalia Alianovna Romonova. Both women go through things people wouldn't even imagine what it were like.
But through thick and thin, they always manage to stay together.
Whatever it takes.
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"FOCUS, YOU GOT THIS," Clint said softly, standing next Oliver as she stood with a bow and arrow in her hands.
"Are you sure?" Oliver asked concerned, "What if I, like, miss terribly?"
"You won't," Natasha clapped, "Clint and I believe in you."
"Okay," Oliver exhaled longly before letting go of the arrow, closing her eyes.
Clint gasped, "Oliver!"
The blonde opened her eyes and saw the arrow right in the red circle.
Her face lit up, "I did it!"
"Good job!" Natasha hugged her, "Clint, join in on this action."
"That sounded weird," Clint snorted but shrugged, "I'll still do it since we're friends."
He happily joined in and hugged the blonde, all of them exclaiming in happiness.
Clint chuckled as he pulled back, "You two are pain in my asses."
Natasha laughed, "Hell yeah we are."
Oliver nodded. She then picked up another arrow and placed it on her bow, releasing it. The arrow hit the red circle again, right beside the other one.
The blonde smirked and turned back to Clint, "I might just steal your job, Clint."
"What," he scoffed playfully, "You'll be the next Hawkeye?"
She shrugged in a teasing manner, "Maybe, maybe not."
