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“Howdy, ladies. Name’s Hawkeye; world’s greatest marksman, former ninja, full-time Earth’s mightiest hero an’ part-time ladies’ man. Pleasure’s yours.”
“Now, before ya ask, the Avengers don’t handle lost pets, marital disputes, or identity theft, unless it was stolen by a Skrull. So how can I help you folks?”
"The one who shoots the farthest, wins. Loser writes the check." Lara positioned herself bow string, glancing over at Clint, "Do try not to take getting your ass beaten by a girl too roughly."
Clint just rolled his eyes and let out a laugh. Taking his bow he reached for one of the arrows from his quiver; nocking the arrow before he looked over at the girl. "Whatever you say, sweetheart." he cooed sarcastically.
"I'm not afraid. Shall we?"
"I guess we shall."
She smiled, cocking her head to one side, "Are you afraid that I'm going to beat you? I'll be sure to pick the most expensive restaurant."
"I'm no wears near afraid. Bring it on if you actually think you can stand a chance."
"I bet I can out shoot you." Lara smirked.
"Ha. Y'er funny, you know that?"
"Hm. No. We're betting dinner."
"Dinner? Well, in that case sure. Let's bet."
"Let's make a bet, Mr. Barton."
"We bettin' money? 'Cause I already owe some folks some cash; don't think I can afford owing any more."
