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The archery range was crude, but it was probably his favorite place in this universe. It had taken some time for the muscle memory to kick in, to work out the kinks, but the bow was finally starting to feel right in his hand again. He was excited, actually, to get a few hours in before patrol.
But even before he opened the door he heard the unmistakable twang-thud of an arrow hitting the mark. “Kate?” Clint guessed, pushing the door open. He stepped out and stopped, tilting his head. “Oh. You’re... not Kate,” he said, arching a brow at the stranger.








