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When that bow and arrow was in her hand, Kateâs concentration was razor sharp. She could feel the ridges of the bowâs handle, she could feel the tautness of the string, she could feel the fletching ghosting across her jaw as the arrow was drawn, ready to strike. Kateâs senses were heightened when that bow and arrow were gripped beneath her fingers.
Kateâs concentration was razor sharp on the target, not on the individual who was now blocking her shot. Kateâs vision adjusted, her attention turning from the target to the person rudely interrupting her practice. Her nostrils flared for a moment, rolling her eyes, though the weapon in her hand didnât move. âI couldâve killed you, yâknow.â She wouldnât have, but with the arrow still pointed straight at their abdomen, they didnât have to know that.
Clint smirked. âYou wouldnât have killed me,â he told her with amusing grin and roll of his eyes. âYouâd miss me too much.â He eyes her bow for a moment before adding, âThat thingâs still pointed at me, by the way. Iâd appreciate it if you didât shoot.â He walked around, by her side instead of in front of her.













