"I figured that..." Kate mumbled to herself. Great. Mr. Hawkeye probably thought she stole his whole superhero shtick. And thought she was some delusional Avengers fanatic. Out of context, she could see why it might seem that way and now Kate felt kind of awkward. Obviously she was going to have to explain herself. She sighed. Something told her she'd have to do that a lot in this universe.
But not before tonight's lesson, of course. Kate stood in complete silence while he, quite frankly, ripped her arrow-making skill apart. Criticism was fine, Kate could definitely take it, but he just called her work garbage and that stung a little. "No one," she glared and snatched the arrow from his hand. Her fingers worked around it and felt out all the flaws for themselves and suddenly it wasn’t the art Kate was certain it was after she so enthusiastically sculpted it--now it really was just a piece of crap.
Biting down on her lip, Kate lifted her narrowed stare, still miffed, but at least not in complete denial. “I didn’t get a chance to ask you--the other you--to teach me how before I left.” Kate crossed her arms and figured now was a good time to say it because she was sure he’d want to know what the hell she was talking about. Sorry, Barton. There would be more surprises coming your way. “I’m not from this universe.”