Strike True

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She smiled at his agreement, nodding once before stepping from the room. Soon Ashley returned with a large quiver full of arrows and even a bow. “I even did some testing on bow strings and was curious if you could try those as well, Agent Barton. I figured I should branch out from just guns so I went to the second best weapon I know- or the one that’s at least known around here thanks to you.”

Clint kept his crystal gaze upon her as he released the arrow, letting it strike the target through where the heart was suppose to be. Anyone that spent the time making arrows and wanting him to test them got the rightful respect from him in testing the equipment. "Really? Let me look over that." He paused, being a man of few words as he took the bow carefully from her hands, resting his own upon the table in front of him. Weathered fingers traced the shape, taking in it's appearance but also the feel of the cool fabric it's made of. It was then that his hand found the grip, the other taking hold of the string, pulling it back and testing it's weight, a small smile crossing his lips in approvement.  "You've got an eye for the design of the bow." He replied, taking an arrow and feeling it in his fingertips before notching it to the string and pulling it backwards, aiming it at the dummy target before letting it release, watching as it penetrated, striking the mark in the heart, his smile only growing ever so slightly. "Good arrows as well. You said you only made guns?"

"I’m counting on it. So hop to it, Barton." She told him playfully, not truly expecting him to mix her a drink. Her eyes meeting his. "Nothing yet. But I could make a few calls just to get you out of this… slump." 

"Are you raising my tab then? Hundred bucks per umbrella ya know, Red." For once, he couldn't stop the chuckle that escaped his lips and he mentally thought over if he even had the types of umbrellas that went into the drinks she was speaking of. "You know I'll just about any job to get me out of it."

He shrugs once more, watching the arrow hit its target. “I got bored of listening to the tour guide babble about technology. You’re Hawkeye right? I’ve seen you on T.V.”

     “You can ask, but I’m not sure I can answer,” Ororo answered, watching the archer intently. In truth, she simply didn’t know the name of the guy who had allowed her in— not that she needed anyone to let her in. If she had really wanted to, she could have gotten in past most locks and security barriers. But that hadn’t been at all necessary, as the personnel on site had been very cordial during her visit. “I thought I might get some practice in. Wasn’t expecting anyone else to be in here.” 

"Why would I hire one when I got one right here?" She patted his knee for emphasis. Giving him a chuckle as her head turned to look at him. "As would I. And you know, I could see if I could find a job for you."

"I did, sir." She replied, standing behind him with a small frown. "I was wondering if I could get you to test some new arrows that I developed. You’re the best archer within SHIELD so I thought it would be appropriate."

Julian smirked and casually leaned against the wall. “No one. I’m on a class trip.”

An eyebrow raised as he let the arrow loose, watching as it glided through the air with impressive speed before striking true to the target's heart. "And you decide to venture in here?"