An arrow was being nocked into a bow. The archer behind firmly grips it tight as it was aiming towards the target. Clint Barton was holding up a few arrows while mentoring his daughter, Lila Barton, on shooting one
"Okay, hold on. Don't shoot. You see where you're going?" Clint ask her
"Mhm." She mumbles yes.
"Okay, now let's worry about how you get there." Clint corrects his daughter's foot to the proper position, and adjusts her shooting stance.
"Here. Can you see?"
"Yeah."
"You sure?" He asks again.
"Mhm." She nods before Clint pushes her hair in front of her face while covering her left eye.
"How about now?" He teases. Both Lila and Clint giggle, the rest of Barton family was having a picnic in the field as they practiced.
"Alright. Ready your fingers." He tells her.
"Nice." Cooper says to his brother as they toss a ball around.
"Nice throw, kiddo." Their mom Laura tells them.
"Hey, you guys want mayo or mustard, or both?" She yells to her husband and daughter.
"Who wants mayo on a hotdog?" Lila asks her dad.
"Probably your brothers." He whispers as she sticks her tong out in disgust.
Clint looks at his wife, Laura.
"Uh, two mustard, please! Thanks, mama."
"Mayo or mustard?" She asks her youngest son Nathaniel Pietro Barton.
"How about ketchup?" He asks
"Ketchup? I can do ketchup." She smiles
"Mind your elbow." Clint warns, Lila releases the arrow and it hits the target directly in the bullseye.
"Hahaha! Good job, Hawkeye. Go get your arrow." He gives her a hand five.
"Hey guys! Enough practice, soup's on!" Laura yells out.
"Alright, we're coming; we're hungry." Clint yells back and looks behind him, but there's no one there, but dust being blown away by the wind.
"Lila, let's go." Clint starts to look around.
"Lila?" Clint starts to move and look around, and pick up the bow she had.
"Honey?" Clint looks around to see Laura and the boys, only they are gone now. He looks seriously panicked and confused as he hurriedly drops the arrows and jogs over to where they were.
"Hey, babe! Babe? Babe? Boys? Boys? Laura?"
Lightning crackles in the distance.
SOMEWHERE IN SPACE
Nebula and Tony are on the ship playing paper football.
"Wrra!" Nebula,who is frustrated, puts her hands in a fighting stance while looking at Tony.
"You don't need to do that. Because uh... you're just holding position." Tony tells her
Nebula flicks a paper football towards Tony.
"Oh yeah, that was close."
Nebula once again flicks a paper football towards Tony.
"That's a goal. We're now one apiece." He says to her.
"I would like to try again." Nebula flicks a paper football towards Tony
"We're tied up. Feel the tension? It's fun." Tony poorly flicks a paper football towards Nebula.
"That was terrible. Now you have a chance to win." He tells her as Nebula flicks the paper football towards Tony making it.
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Ghost Whisper- Bucky Barns X Reader
Fiksi PenggemarMy name is Y/n L/n. I just moved to New York, just opened up an antique shop. I might be just like you. Except from the time that I was a little girl, I knew that I could talk to the dead. Earthbound spirits, my grandmother called them, the ones wh...
