Would you listen to this? Hawkeye of the young Avengers! Sounds like someone needed to tell this girl that the motif was already taken. He couldn't recall giving this..mess a stamp of approval. That was both surprising and annoying. Somehow at the same time. Young Avengers. Young Avengers. Now where was that familiar? "That's funny. I think that's my name too." He added with the slightest edge to his voice. This was all unexpected still and he had long ago decided that he hated surprises.
Still she had some spunk to her. And the resolve to get better. Maybe someone could find the diamond hidden in the rough here. Clint doubted it, but maybe. "That's good." He affirmed to her promise.
Which brought him back to the business with the arrow. "I think that was the intention." He said while gazing at both her and the affronted item. "But look at this," He added while bending the piece back and forth to show case its many faults. "See? Flimsy." He turned the arrow around and than examined the head with a scowl. "It's garbage. Made out of cheap metal. I'm surprised you can hit anything. Who taught you how to make this?"