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[An orb feed came to life revealing a rather skeptical looking Clint. He still had problems with the whole ‘magic ball’ concept but after having seen people make multiple announcements he figured he’d just finally give in and make one of his own.]

Uh, hi? The name’s Clint Barton. If all the crazy things people have been telling me is something to believe I figured I’d do my part to try and help people get ready for whatever crazy crap comes up. So I’m offering archery lessons to anyone who wants some pointers and lessons. Thing is, I’ve only got the one bow so if you can bring your own equipment, I’d really appreciate it. Or maybe point me towards someone who has some cheap equipment for sale, that’d be great. I’m also willin’ to help people out with other kinds of projectile throwin’ like knives and the like.

[He rubbed the back of his neck and smiled wrly.] Ain’t gonna charge for the lessons too so don’t feel shy about coming around. I’ll be hostin’ them on the north road outside the city so there’s less a chance of anyone accidentally getting shot in the ass. That’s about it, ya’ll have a good day and I hope to see some of ya’ll there.

[With one final smile down at the ‘screen’, the blond archer ended the feed by letting go of the orb.]

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[In all fairness, he had to consider it first. After all, he wasn't used to asking people for help. But this was another Avenger so he could at least attempt to not be a total prat.] I've been considering making a crossbow... [No, he's not grimacing at you Clint, but at the orb he still does not like.] Would lessons include those. Actually... you're an expert... you should come give me some ideas on what makes the best bows, arrows, bolts, and all that fun stuff. If you're game.

I can help you with that if you want. Been building my own equipment since I saw a kid. Just don't have the setup here to effectively get started. That and tryin' to find crap that's not sinew or some other ancient kinda stuff to use for a bowstring is kinda aggravating as all hell.

[He admitted with a faint note of exasperation in his voice.] But I'd be happy to teach you how to use that crossbow and give you some pointers on what'll make the best quarrels and stuff. So you're getting into the weapons makin' business here, Stark? [Clint asked with an ironic lift of a sandy eyebrow.]

Sounds like a plan. Not that I ever thought I'd have any interest whatsoever in bows and arrows... always a good time for a new trade. I'm sure we can figure out something on this mudball that will work.

[Then h is face went flat and he all but glared at the blonde.] This is why Steve is my favorite right now, I hope you know that. And if you want to go chip stones into arrow heads be my guest. I don't plan on selling weapons if I can manage it. Armor is another story. [Or repairs. He could do that.]

How were you at chemistry in school? Maybe making up something like black power or that Greek fire to use against these supposed weeds we're supposed to be fighting?

[Clint didn't seem overly concerned with the chilling in Tony's demeanor and just smirked faintly.] Steve's always been your favorite, Stark. Tell me something new. You want to meet up before hand to go over those plans for the crossbow?

A far cry than you would be at it, Barton. But we're not talking about my GPA. But I could likely figure it out... I'm sure there is a healthy rodent population to try poison out on? [Yes, Clint. Watch the sarcasm. Even if he's mostly telling the truth, he has never seen himself as a bio-chemist much less a chemist. Not that he can't figure it out.]

True. But you could've been. [Waving it off, he finally nodded.] I've almost got my workspace set up. Found a place to stay yet? May as well keep the team together and get this gig over with.

Well, duh, I'm not the freaky genius, that's your bag, Stark. [Sarcasm? What be this you speak of? Clint's obviously been taking lessons from Quicksilver on the whole scathing sarcasm front.] The extent of my knowledge of medivail arts of making things go boom is just the stuff I picked up working the carny circuit.

[Clint smirked obnoxiously.] Nah, you don't have the raging mancrush on me that you got on Cap. [He couldn't quite resist needling Tony on that.] Sounds like a plan to me, direct me there and I'll bring what supplies I've got set up.

Freaky? Why do I see me being the crotchety old apothecary suddenly. You're ruining my self-image, Barton. [He was sarcastic just as much as Barton. And he took it with a grain of salt, which showed.] But hey, it's more than Steve or the norse god knows. So guess who gets to go with me and look for said black powder?

[Arching a brow at that, if he gave the notion about how that made him uncomfortable, he'd never admit it. Because he refused to admit how true it was.] Not everyone's perfect. I'm just east of the craftsman district on the north side of Schwanheim. If you need help, I'm sure I can get Steve and myself there to help.

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