"Where'd you find them?" Oliver asked as he put down his bow and removed the arrows he'd shot from their target. He was wearing a t-shirt that was damp with sweat after his work out. He took the gym towel and wiped his forehead and the back of his neck, then came over to examine the arrows Mia had found more closely.
"Huntress does, but she's strictly a Gothamite," he said, considering the arrows carefully, studying the trick arrow the most carefully. "Doesn't look like they're S.H.I.E.L.D.'s standard issue, either, and Hawkeye doesn't strike me as the type to use his own when he can play with Fury's toys."
"It's not Roy, either, despite his new sparkly bow," he said, smirking. Ollie paused, turning the arrows over and examined the other broken arrow. "Bonnie King could have come out of retirement, or trained her daughter. But if it was Bonnie, I'd know about it already. Her daughter's a wildcard, though. Or it's someone new, a different wildcard all together."