[Under normal circumstances, Clint Barton isn't a particularly competitive person. Oh, he'll try his best in all endeavors, of course, but he doesn't particularly care if he wins or loses.
This attitude is completely thrown out the window when it comes to shooting. Sure, he has nothing to necessarily prove to Joey, but he interprets any sort of archery contest as a test of his abilities. As soon as he catches sight of the note, he immediately snatches up the toy bow and stuffs the 'arrows' into his pockets.
He leaves the purple paint for later use--though, for what, he has no idea. Maybe he could mark his actual arrows in case anyone decided to steal them. Carefully, Clint opens the door, glancing down the hallway for any sign of Joey.]
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This attitude is completely thrown out the window when it comes to shooting. Sure, he has nothing to necessarily prove to Joey, but he interprets any sort of archery contest as a test of his abilities. As soon as he catches sight of the note, he immediately snatches up the toy bow and stuffs the 'arrows' into his pockets.
He leaves the purple paint for later use--though, for what, he has no idea. Maybe he could mark his actual arrows in case anyone decided to steal them. Carefully, Clint opens the door, glancing down the hallway for any sign of Joey.]