[Clint's smile fades slowly. He picks up the bow again and focuses on the target.]
...Does it really matter? Ultimately I was in the wrong. S'what I've spent the past day or so convincing myself.
[He jokes over, grabs the arrows and returns, shucking them in his quiver. when he returns, he studies Bucky.]
Someone lied.
In the long run it wasn't his fault, but at the very least someone could have given me a heads up about somebody here who...I would like nothing better then to see dead. I would have liked that to be Captain America-but circa when I arrived he was frozen solid in Coulson's care.
[But you could have sought that information. who's fault is that?
Ignoring the thought, he draws an arrow, looking at Bucky before focusing on the target and letting it fly.]
Kind of stupid. I'm known for keeping my eye on the target. I just...miss the things in front of me.
[Shooting Range Spam]
...Does it really matter? Ultimately I was in the wrong. S'what I've spent the past day or so convincing myself.
[He jokes over, grabs the arrows and returns, shucking them in his quiver. when he returns, he studies Bucky.]
Someone lied.
In the long run it wasn't his fault, but at the very least someone could have given me a heads up about somebody here who...I would like nothing better then to see dead. I would have liked that to be Captain America-but circa when I arrived he was frozen solid in Coulson's care.
[But you could have sought that information. who's fault is that?
Ignoring the thought, he draws an arrow, looking at Bucky before focusing on the target and letting it fly.]
Kind of stupid. I'm known for keeping my eye on the target. I just...miss the things in front of me.