[ there's a glimmer of something good that steals across her expression when it seems he recognizes the name. it's true -- she wouldn't be hawkeye (one of two) if she wasn't the best (one of two).
but she's not quite prepared for what comes next. kate's grip shifts on her bow. her arms lower -- the competition briefly 'forgotten.'
futzing hell. ]
Clint? [ a twinge of uncertainty while her head shakes. kate's no rookie; she knows what it means to meet someone with a name you know but a face you don't. ] Should've known. Jeez. With shooting like that...
[ but there's something sad in her voice. a disappointment she doesn't hide. he doesn't know her. ]
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but she's not quite prepared for what comes next. kate's grip shifts on her bow. her arms lower -- the competition briefly 'forgotten.'
futzing hell. ]
Clint? [ a twinge of uncertainty while her head shakes. kate's no rookie; she knows what it means to meet someone with a name you know but a face you don't. ] Should've known. Jeez. With shooting like that...
[ but there's something sad in her voice. a disappointment she doesn't hide. he doesn't know her. ]