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When that bow and arrow was in her hand, Kate’s concentration was razor sharp. She could feel the ridges of the bow’s 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. Kate’s senses were heightened when that bow and arrow were gripped beneath her fingers.

Kate’s concentration was razor sharp on the target, not on the individual who was now blocking her shot. Kate’s 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 didn’t move. “I could’ve killed you, y’know.“ She wouldn’t have, but with the arrow still pointed straight at their abdomen, they didn’t have to know that.

Clint smirked. “You wouldn’t have killed me,” he told her with amusing grin and roll of his eyes. “You’d miss me too much.” He eyes her bow for a moment before adding, “That thing’s still pointed at me, by the way. I’d appreciate it if you did’t shoot.” He walked around, by her side instead of in front of her.

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He absolutely could be- should be- asleep right now. But, unlike his students Charles didn’t have a curfew, and like most of his students, Charles wouldn’t have given much of a damn about it whether he did or not. Finding him sleeping was sort of like finding a unicorn. 

Tonight was a bit of a bad night- voices too loud, hours too long, bones too weary- so he’d found one of the hidey-holes he and Raven had cut out for themselves in their childhood (at least, one of the few he could still get in with is chair), and hidden away, settling in for a night with the bottle. 

He’d thought he was alone- but, the budding presence in the back of his mind, and the creak of a floorboard somewhere close said otherwise. 

“How likely would you be to believe me if I said ‘this isn’t what it looks like’?” 

“I... Well, I would not believe you.” Clint grinned softly as he leaned in the doorway. “Although, I do suppose you could tell me that Wil E Coyote came and shoved that glass in your hand and ran right out. I mean, I’d have to believe you then cuz that tricky coyote.”

Clint straightened his stance as he took a step inside the office. “Any chance you can spare an extra drink for your employee?” He slid his hands into his pockets.

There were many nights where he couldn’t sleep. He’d never been one to sleep well, or much. But holidays typically had him reminiscing about everywhere he had lived, about everyone he had lived with. It even had him thinking about his estranged brother, the one who had scorned him for not following his mentor. The brother who had been jealous of his mutant abilities, of who had left him bleeding in the dirt and covered for the man responsible.

Yet... They were still brothers. Bound by blood. Hell, I wish Hank was my brother, he’d found himself thinking, not for the first time. “I could sure use one,” he told Charles, sitting in the seat across from him. “Holidays aren’t the best for people who try not to remember the past.”

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“So, wait. You guys have a holiday where you can eat a lot—and for what again??” Aliya pondered the notion behind the turkey-eating event while crinkling her nose. “–That’s pretty fricking cool! What’s for dinner then?!”

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Clint grinned, re-positioning his chair closer to the girl. “Okay, okay, so here’s the thing. We’re totally just celebrating when the first colony of immigrants came to the country and had a big fucking dinner- oops, sorry, sorry for the language- with the Native Americans who welcomed them with open arms.” His mind immediately wanted to point out hat then the immigrants mistreated those kind people but he didn’t go there.

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magmaamara:

Upon hearing a man’s voice, Amara turned to look in his direction, giving the attractive blond a small smile. “Definitely”, she replied as she readjusting the bag swung over her shoulder. “You think you could help me out for a second?”, She asked, her words wrapped in a thin Latin accent.

Clint nodded, “yeah of course.” His guess was that she was a new teacher, although again- it was hard to tell around here. “What are you trying to find?” He looked at her for a moment, finally falling to the urge to ask as he asked, “Where are you from by the way? Oh, and what’s your name? I’m Clint. Sorry, sorry, my mother would have been disappointed.” Not that he’d had her in his life long. although he had had her long enough to know how she felt about manners.