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Clint Barton	Some are born gods or demi-gods, of Asgard or of Wall Street, some are born with special mutations that make them quite powerful. And then there are those who were born mere human. For those, unrelenting training is required in order to keep the pace. And this is what Clint Barton is doing, training. The Gymnasium at the Triskelion resonates with music, loud and filling the large room. Along the longest wall, agents training deserted the area as shooting targets randomly appear for a second or two. Off the wall, twirling, moving across the room? they never go far before being hit and destroyed by an expertly shot arrow. Pieces of the destroyed targets fall around, creating a nice mess on the floor below. That's the last of the worries in Hawkeye's mind. Next time, he'll schedule the /other/ room, but for now, this will do. As long as he makes sure not to use the most powerful arrows - then there might be some complaints. veesh - thung - veesh veesh - thung thung - Not a single miss.
Skye Johnson	And then there was Syke. Neither an excellent shot (she's better than most nowadays), nor superpowered hits.. well, she's working on that, but still! Clint beats her at this game. "Damn, if I needed something to slap me down, all I need to do is watch you." But she smiles as she says it. "Again? I'll watch."
Clint Barton	Arrow at the ready, aiming, stealy arms extended, still. Upon hearing Skye, he turns his head, grinning. "Don't worry about it, Keyboard," he starts, then lowers his voice so only she can hear, "I know how to change your mood later." Still looking at Skye, he releases the arrow that goes right at the target. Another one destroyed. Clint then lowers the bow, scratching the back of his head while checking the the amount of arrows left on the quiver. "You wanna try some?"
Skye Johnson	"Ohh, really?" Later on sounds very good to her.. but now is now. Skye looks at the target laden area. "Hmm. I don't know. Maybe a tiny weeny easier for me." Lots of tiny weeny easier. "You know me, I practice on stationary targets most of the time." Which happened to be the truth - it was her wind down to the regular world. "I can try?"
Clint Barton	"Sure," Clint nods, her answer obviously pleasing him. Teaching Skye is fun and she's a good student in archery. Walking along the wall, Clint collects debris as he goes, then piles them up at a decent distance of about 50 feet. Then, he plants an almost complete target on top. There, stationary target. He then jogs back to Skye, a dubitative look on his face. "Is it too far?" he asks her.
Skye Johnson	Okay, Syke was quite good, but she had only Clint to go against. Even when she was learning in secret to surprise him, Lara Croft had been her teacher, and she was excellent as well. What she *thinks* is poor compared to Clint, was actually really super good. Especially when she had practiced nearly day do day for three years! "Sure, but I was willing to try the mobile ones." Skye begins to prepare kerthunk! kerthunk! kerthink-kerthunk! "Not bad."
Clint Barton	Surprise. To surprise him? Ack, he's more than surprised, dumbfounded would match the look on his face. Obviously, he wasn't aware of Skye practicing in secret. Woah. "OooooK," he says, "Someone trained, I see." He's far from being mad, and the look on his face denotes his appreciation of his companion's skills. "Not bad, not bad at all. Alright, let's try the mobile targets then." Clint steps aside, time to hit a few buttons on the panel fixed to the wall and controlling the different movements of the mobile targets. He sets it to a lower speed than the one he was using a few minutes ago. Instead of a multiple targets setting, a single one will appear, moving slowly around. Returning to Skye's side, he bends to retrieve another bow from his sportbag and offers it to Skye, "You'd better use this one, it's lighter," he says, "Mine will wreck your shoulder in no time."
Skye Johnson	Skye laughs. "I brought my own bows. But, damn, yours is neat. And, yes, it will wreck my shoulder if I keep up it." She gives him back his bow, and gets her own out. "When you were down, I doubled my practice hours with the bow. I don't know why. Maybe I thought I could get you out of my brain with it. Mobile.." She flinches. "Practiced with them coming at me. Quake stuff. Not so good at Quake stuff using the bow." One.. miss. Two.. barely missed. But three times is the winner! "Aha! Got it. I need to feel the distance properly. Sometimes I miss. Sometimes, I get them all. It all depends."
Clint Barton	Standing at her side, Clint follows her movements, from standing position, to aiming, following the target, then shooting. Moving targets are not easy, it takes more practice and something else. "Let me show you something," he says, now moving closer behind Skye, their bodies all but touching. A quick tap of his foot on hers, to adjust her feet position. His strong arms along hers, he notches another arrow on her bow, then keeps his arms along hers, without applying pressure, but to help her follow the target. Skye is skilled enough, with just a little more pratice, she could hit moving targets quite easily. So why is he teaching her like she was a beginner. She just hit one target! She can do it. But Clint speaks, or rather, whispers to her, one of his secrets. "You did real good. Now... Look at the target. Follow it." He is holding her arm, so she doesn't shoot yet. "Look at it and imagine it is the person you hate the most in the world. Someone who hurt you, hurt those you love. And got away with it. There's nothing you can do 'bout it. You have only one arrow. One chance to get even." He pauses, removing his arms along hers and steps back, "Take your time. It's /your/ time to get even."
Skye Johnson	And that's all it takes.. The his adjustments, she had to redo her whole stance, but it was good. Suddenly, she had more give with her bow. She could move easily with the movement of the targets. Not with her being mobile too, but there was a distinct improvement. ker-THUNK
Clint Barton	A large smile appears on Clint's face, not only because Skye hit the moving target at her first try, but also out of pride. She's good, she's good to him. "There! See?" he says. "That's our little archery secret, ok? I have never shared it with anyone, only with you." He then moves aside, aiming his own bow at the next target. Not even a challenge for him. In a blink of an eye, one arrow hits the target that starts falling and a second one hits the remant of the targets before it hits the floor. He /had/ to show off! "Next, you'll have to work on your speed," he says.
Skye Johnson	"No kidding. And then I'll have to work on my mobility." She frowns at him, and sticks out her tongue. "You didn't tell me I would be working on this forever. Sheesh." Skye looks around for a new target. "That one!" She's takes time, but wouldn't be surprised if he hit it first!
Clint Barton	Clint even /saw/ the target before her and could have hit it even before she mentioned it. But he is good sport, and lets her shoot first, his own arrow following just behind. "For you, it's a sport, maybe something that might be helping at times, you don't have to become a marksman, hrm, would that be markswoman?" he grins. "Me? It's my job. Heck, it's me." He then lowers his bow, and turns to place it in the sportbag. Enough target shooting for him. "The arrows I shoot, they are me. Me hitting, destroying, whatever needs to be done. I hit the targets, because it /is/ my intent to. And I have a /lot/ of intent." That said, Clint sits at the base of the wall, legs stretched. With a movement of his hand toward the targets, he adds. "Go ahead, show me what you can do with arrows."
Skye Johnson	"I know. That's why I left my spare bedroom for you in the Trisk as a bowroom, and in Greenwich we turned the basement around as a target range. It wasn't a job for you, just like hacking isn't a job for me. I think we got that right. Just, there were little things we had to figure out on our own." She takes her bow and un-nocks it. "You need your bow for this one. You're using it against me." Skye is very calm as she takes a place against him. "Trust me."
Clint Barton	Frowning, but doing as asked, Clint gets on his feet, and retrieves his bow from the bag. Shooting at Skye? What the heck. Whatever, he trusts her enough to know what she's doing. Reluctantly, he moves to face her, at about 20 feet. Selecting the least damaging arrow he has around, soft rubber arrowhead. And the least possible force on the bow, far from being fully pulled. Worst case, she would sport a nice bruise. "I hope ye're sure 'bout this, Skye. You want me to shoot at you, really?"
Skye Johnson	"Trust me." Skye was utterly calm. "This is who I'm meant to become." Then again, she'd never had Clint opposite her."Think about this, it's time to get me back for the ICER." Ouch.
Clint Barton	Sighing, Clint slowly aims at Skye, shaking his head, not thinking this is a good idea. But then, he trusts her. And curiosity gets the upper hand in his inner debate. "Alright, you /asked/ for it." He then shoots the arrow, not using full power, and aiming at her shoulder. If she gets a bruise, he'll have fun nursing it later.
Skye Johnson	The arrow that Clint is pointing at her, begins it's trajectory. Funny how these things go. Her hands are up, and everything begins to be like it's in slow motion. Before the arrows to hit it's target, Skye has got it in a loop, where it doesn't go further, and doesn't go back. And then it falls down. Skye is pleased, but there was a little wee part of her that didn't know if this was going to work. Luckily, it worked! "Well?"
Clint Barton	"Dafuck," Clint can only reply at first, after watching the arrow being stopped mid-air. He then walks to retrieve the arrow, grinning. "Dang, that was a nice trick there. You and I," he adds, "Have some talkin' to do. And not here." Clint then gathers his sportbag, and motions for Skye to follow him. "What about pizza, water and some explaining for dessert?"