Clint perched in a chair in his room of the SHIELD facility, racking his brain (and the internet) for trick-shots. So far he'd come up with shooting an arrow that would bounce off of other targets and land in its own target, shooting a bullseye with his feet (from YouTube), and firing two arrows at once, one hitting the bullseye and the other splitting it down the middle.
"I can't beat Nat with only three things. Cmon Barton, think!" Clint told himself. As Clint got up to get some leftover pizza from the fridge, someone knocked on his door.
Clint opened the door and Natasha walked in and plopped herself down in Clint's chair. "Whatup, Clint?" Nat asked, pulling out her phone and getting comfy. "About to eat some pizza until I was so ruddily interrupted. But why'd you pop up now?" Clint asked suspiciously, resuming heating up his pizza. "Just dropping in to remind you we meet to finish this in 30 minutes. Try not to lose too bad." Natasha taunted and got up and walked to the door.
"Oh please, everyone knows to run once the famous Black Widow loses." Clint taunted back and took a victory-bite of his pizza. "Hmph" Nat grunted and slammed the door behind her.
Clint jumped into his chair and got back on the computer and cracked his knuckles. "Alrighty Barton, lets see what else you got."
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Target Practice
FanfictionNatasha 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.
