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Kate held the board marker in her hand, pointing at each of the words she'd put up on the drawing. Of course, before she could even get hands on said board marker, I had drawn over the face of the film poster, giving the woman glasses and moustache like the very mature child I am. 

"Okay, cops. We need to get the cops off my back." She then crossed cops off. "TSM, we need to get them to leave us alone." She then crossed them off. "And, we need to figure our why and how Jack is connected to it all." I held a piece of pizza up for Pizza Dog, of who was suddenly interested from laying on the floor. I fed the slice to the dog as she turned back to us. 

"Yeah... right." Clint said, obviously also not paying enough attention. She circled Jack's name more.

"This is the part where one of you finish my sentence with a plan." She says.

"Planning's not really my thing." Clint tells her.

"Are you sure that's dry erase?" I suddenly asked, a little unsure of the marker pen. The girl turned back to it, trying to wipe it clean, yet it didn't work. It was all still there. She looked back at us, with Clint now messing around with the dog.

"Good boy." He told Pizza Dog. Kate clicked the pen shut, getting more and more annoyed by the second of how mentally, both me and Barton were just children, in two adult's bodies. Putting the great drawings on the wall behind us, though, I took the pen away from Kate, towards the bin in the Kitchen before the girl stabbed one of the two of us with it. 

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"How do we get more trick arrows?" She suddenly asked, while we ate pizza on the couch. I had been the last to get to the couch, so instead of sitting in the middle of my dad and Kate, I decided to put my feet up, with my head in Kate's lap, which she couldn't seem to give two flying fucks about.

Before I could answer the question sensibly, Clint decided to answer. "Well, there are no more trick arrows." He said, munching at his pizza.

"Like, in the world?" She seemed to find it hard to believe. And, I couldn't believe we were telling this joke to someone like a Kate.

"Basically." He said. "I have a few more trick arrowheads. But you can't just put 'em on any shaft." 

"Or throw them like darts." I explain. 

The girl nodded before looking at the arrow in her hand. "So... we really need to get these back, huh?" 

"Yeah." I murmured, looking over at the TV screen, mentally pissing myself laughing at our new joke.  There was silence between us all, and I could practically hear Kate's mind ticking over as I covered myself with a blanket.

"Have you ever heard of boomerang arrows?" She finally asked.

"What?" Clint asks. "Why would I ever want to use a boomerang arrow?" He asks us, in shock of the idea.

"So it will come back to you?" I murmured quietly, trying to watch Elf. 

"My point, exactly." Kate says, I stare up for a moment to see her pointing down at me as she spoke to Clint.

"But that's the problem." He says. 

"Yeah, well, if all trick arrows were boomerangs, then we'd have them all." Kate pointed out, making me snort.

"Wouldn't they be... coming back at us?" I asked her. 

"You'd have to...." She thought for a moment. "You'd, you know, you'd have to dodge." I heard Clint chuckle in response to the hectic idea of boomerang arrows.

At one point, I found myself asleep on the couch, and I think that was called for due to the no more than five hours sleep I'd had since this had all started to occur. When I woke up, no more than half an hour later, I saw Kate messing around with the Christmas tree. 

"Why're you-" I rubbed my eyes a little as I looked up at her again, adjusting to the light again. But, she knew where I was going with the question. 

"See? The tree covers the parts that won't come off." She said, referring to board. I kind of threw my head into the pillow underneath me after that, groaning for a moment before getting up to help with the decorations. We put the lights up first, with Kate still asking more questions. At one point, she'd asked about how to split an arrow with another arrow on a target of some kind.

"Well, the first arrow you would release just has to be wood." Clint said from his armchair.

"Right, so when you release the second one it'll split it up the middle." I nodded, seeing it was fair enough. The girl wasn't having it, though.

"I call bullshit. I've tried it." She tells me. 

"Right, what when you were drunk?" I ask her. "No, no. We've both done it before. It is possible." I say, then going over to pick up a few decorations. 

"You guys got any other cool tricks?" She asked after a moment of silence. I glanced over at Clint who nodded over at one of the more disk-like decorations, making me roll my eyes a little.

"If you gave me a minute, there's a good chance I could knock somebody unconscious with this. From, around, what? Fifteen, twenty-or-so feet away?" I say, holding it up for her to see while I checked with dad how far away it would be. 

"Twenty-five if you put in enough effort." He tells me. 

She called bullshit, once again. "No you can't." 

"I mean, you'd have to use a quarter or a nickel." Dad says to her. "A dime's too light." 

She seemed to try and let that sink in. "Prove it." I shook my head after sighing as I tried to get on. 

"I'm gonna knock you unconscious?" I tell her, looking back at the tree.

"No," She said with a smile. "I want you to hit something." I didn't do it immediately, however, I was planning on how to do it, still. "Fine, I'll just tell every stranger that I see that Purple Arrow is full of bull-" I held the decoration in between my fingers before snapping, letting it fly through the air towards the TV, turning it off by the button. "-shit." The girl looked down the the decoration, now on the floor, while Pizza Dog whined. "Woah-" She then gazed back at me. "You've gotta show me how you just did that." She says, making me smirk over at Clint. 

After another round of slushies, we found all three of us, and Pizza Dog, stood at the hallway, with me mainly hiding around the doorway, a little worried of being hit by Kate's flying decoration. 

"You ready?" Clint asked Kate, of who seemed to be warming up as if it were the Olympics. 

"Yeah, 'course." She says. 

"You have a nice snap." I tell her. "Just, make sure you get that curve." I tell her. "Alright? Just a little one." 

"Alright..." She took her first attempt, but it didn't even get down the corridor, let alone the couch. Clint went to show her again, and it went on for a good minute before she realized she was using the wrong finger. "Wait- what're you doing?" 

"Ring finger, not index." I tell her, giving the decoration back to her. The girl tried again, and this time it nearly hit one of the pictures, missing just by millimetres and into the living area. "Okay, much better." I tell her as Clint picked it and threw it to me. "Uh, just more energy and power-" I handed it back to her. And, before I could even say anything else, the girl turned on the TV by the Christmas decoration. With celebrations of her success in full swing, the girl suddenly took my hand in hers' leading us both back to the couch, ending up with me laying her lap, again. This was just our thing, now. 

"Not bad." I told her, sitting up slightly so I could drink the slushy.