Clint hung back near the spectators and Coulson to see what score he got and gave Natasha the stage. Nat got in position to get a target on a wall, while Clint looked over Coulson's shoulder to see his score.
Nat took off her high-heel boots and put on her ballet shoes and grabbed another gun out of her backpack. She quickly stretched and loaded her second gun.
"Quit stallin', Nat! Unless you're too scared to take the shot." Clint taunted, high fiving himself in his head. "Please Clint! Just yesterday you jumped at me closing a fridge. You're the one who'd be scared." Nat fired back and zoned out to complete her shot. Luckily for Clint, she didn't see him blush and hide in the back of the growing crowd.
Natasha began with a pirouette and spun gracefully into an arabesque and shot two bullets into the bullseye of the target. "Boom" Natasha stated and replaced her ballet shoes with her heels. "Of course you bring out the ballet! Classic Nat." Clint said, shaking his head.
"Look who came crawling out of their shame. Well Coulson, who had the most impressive shot?" Natasha asked, panting. "Um... lets see here..." Coulson started. Clint was visibly anticipating wether or not he won. Natasha was more controlled and if she was nervous, she didn't show it.
"Congratulations, Miss Widow, you won." Coulson stated. "WHAT?! NO! I CALL A REMATCH! I WILL BEAT YOU, NAT!" Clint shouted, fuming at the fact that he had been beaten. "Fine. But don't expect I'll let you win or anything. If it's competition you're looking for, I'm your girl." Natasha told him and strutted off.
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Target Practice
Hayran KurguNatasha walks in on Clint shooting arrows perfectly into a bullseye of his targets. Somehow it turns into a bullet-arrow contest on who can make the most bullseyes.
