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The two marksmen spent most of their time arguing and trying to show each other up in new and increasingly obnoxious ways. But there was a grudging respect in how they teased each other about weapon choice or compared notes on missions they’d been on.

“Really? You like the Lapua?” Brian asked with a roll of his eyes. “It’s too loud, man. There are much better rifles that won’t make you deaf.”

“Come on, man. You’ve never even tried a bow? That’s ridiculous.” Clint sighed, exasperated.

"Just a coffee, no biggie." He winked in a friendly manner, only turning to receive the two steaming cups and hand one over to Sariya. "Forget ya wallet, or somethin'?"

There was very little that irritated Natasha Romanoff more than not being able to understand what she was learning in school--taking a stupid amount of AP classes, having a history of having phenomenal grades, it could be argued that the seventeen year old pushed herself too hard too much. In fact, most of her friends said that exact thing. More often than not, the redhead brushed them off, claimed that in fact she didn’t push herself hard enough. As such, it wasn’t uncommon to find her poring over her books instead of eating at lunch, even when she wasn’t studying she was normally the first one there, maybe drinking water but that was about it. This particular day, it was calculus--math was never totally one of Nat’s strengths, which didn’t totally make sense to her. She could understand the concepts, it was practical enough, and yet some days it absolutely stumped her.

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Evaden hesitated at clint's door, badly wrapped packages under his arm. He had been so busy with baking and visiting and writing this Christmas that he hadn't had time to drop off Clint's present, or remember to bring it when he visited him. But he knew he would like it, because Ev already did.

The first thing was a hand-knitted sweater that Evaden had worried over for the past month or so. Clint was always tearing up his own clothing and Evaden though a good, strong sweater should be part of any closet. Besides, the design he had picked looked like the end of arrows, which he knew Barton would like.

"Killing will make you a man."

His father's words shook around in his head as he rode, his mind turning over quite a few things at once, but through it all his father's rough, hard voice remained the most prominent. Evaden had gone out on hunts before, but his father's idea that in having him head a hunt would lead to him developing a taste for war and blood was what landed him at the head of the hunting party. He couldn't complain too much- despite the reasons behind him being out, it was a quiet, cool fall morning, front folding under the horses' hooves and the new soldiers working as his protections were still and silent enough for Ev to enjoy the morning air.

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"Yes, of course. Is everything okay?"