CAN'T MISS (ⒶⓅ)

shutthecawup:

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_{❮ @xclintcn ❯}
"Futzing––” Kate is going to be blamed for literally everything that goes wrong after this. It’s her fault for reorganizing his quiver. Now, instead of being a badass, Clint’s coughing at all the smoke from his own arrowhead. Tears gathering at the corners of his eyes, which burn more that a spoonful of wasabi ( he’d stupidly done that dare, so he know ). In a futile attempt to rescue his poor suffering body from its unfortunate fate, he swings the bow around, trying to fan away the cloud around him. Unsurprisingly, it does jack-all to help.
After another minute of looking like an idiot, flailing around in his own mess, he somehow makes if out of the gas. Grumbling when a bleary glance around shows that he’s been magically teleported to a completely different location in the city. And, just as he’s about to tell himself this can’t get worse, it does. A turn, just a few degrees to his left, introduces him to a nice pointy arrowhead. There’s a moment of silence before a sigh passes through him and his eyes try to roll into the back of his skull. “Really, bro? You’re gonna shoot the world’s greatest archer with a bow and arrow? HAHA, there’s a joke no one is going to think is funny.”

^{He had no idea what was going on, when a cloud of smoke just appeared in the middle of the streets ( if it was Tony’s fault, he’d hit him ) but he was ready for whatever it was, whatever might come out of the smoke cloud while trying not to breathe it in too much of it. It was thick and spreading and he didn’t want to be heard, so me muffled the coughs as best he could.}

^{A figure stepped out, and he pulled the arrow back, watching the person before him. It doesn’t take long for the person to notice the arrow, and Clint squints through the fading dust to get a better look. He raised his eyebrow at the comment. “ You? Please. Where I grew up, they called me the world’s greatest marksman ” Got to love carnies and how they over hype things, right?}

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