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Who: Clint Barton & Open
NPCs: None
When: February 19 , 2012 - Afternoon
Where: Homebase of the WCA - out on the grounds - early morning
What: Target Practice
Rating: G



Looking skyward, Clint scowled at the seagulls that circled above and promised himself once again that before he left the West Coast he was going to shoot one of those damn birds. Shoot it right out of the sky. (Except Clint knew he wouldn't he had made similar promises to himself about the pigeons that had been found around the roof of his home in New York, and he had never shot one of those birds.) Ignoring the birds (because after all, he'd have more distractions then seagulls in Avengers related combat) Clint picked an arrow, took sight at the target and -

TWANG.

Having released the arrow, Clint grinned as it made a satisfying thump as it hut the bullseye. Granted, it had been a pretty easy shot (the target was before him with no obstacles, he was using standard arrows and wasn't that far from the bullseye) but hitting the bullseye and made him feel good. Reminded him that he was good at this. Yes, it was that time again, time for Clint's semi annual 'what the hell am I doing on a team with people who have all kinds of crazy super powers' moment. The big come and show us your powers display, that had kicked off the search for the new WCA recruits had kicked off this feeling for Clint, but hell he figured it had been time.

Also on Clint's mind was the baseball game, sure it had been a loss by a point, but Clint felt that his self declared perfect aim should have helped them get a win. So he was out here in the early morning getting some pre-breakfast target practice in. He glanced around, and spoke to the air; "Going to wing that tree branch, take off one of the leafs on it, and hit the target."

He pulled out the arrow,visualized the shot in his head, and-

TWANG

The arrow flew along the course Clint had predicted - although it was just shy of the bullseye.

Above him a seagull let out a screech. Clint looked up; "Laugh it up birdbrain. Next arrows got your name on it."