Who: Clint Barton and Carl Grimes What: Just a bit of archery When: Sunday afternoon Where: The Farm Warnings: TBD Status: Closed/Ongoing
It was a decent, clear fall day when Clint sent a text over to Carl, asking if the teen wanted to join him and Nate for some archery practice. Mostly because Clint wanted some adult conversation while Nate did his best to at least get all the arrows on his own little target. He loved his son, but he could only listen to the thrilling plot of the newest cartoon so many times before his brain melted.
He nodded as Carl's arrow hit the center of the target. The kid was a good shot, but considering where he'd grown up, it wasn't a surprise. "Not bad. If circumstances were different, you probably could have ended up on a team somewhere."