clint stared at you from across the airport. you two haven't met yet and he was interested. you had the looks and the fighting skills; you were basically a full package.

as you two managed to battle, he stepped back, turning his bow into a staff before flipping it around. ❝we haven't met yet. i'm clint.❞

you glared at him, slowly approaching him, daggers in each hand. ❝i don't care.❞

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