( The first arrow flies as a warning, landing at the spot between Triela's feet. The second follows in an instant, aiming for the fabric of her collar. Clint's hoping it'll pin her against a wall, as he enters the room. His expression is carefully blank, there are three more arrows already balanced between his fingers, reading to fire.
He looks over at Coulson and gives him a nod--thank you for being alive, sorry about the wreck in your apartment. And then he turns back to Triela. )
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He looks over at Coulson and gives him a nod--thank you for being alive, sorry about the wreck in your apartment. And then he turns back to Triela. )
Hey, kid. Look at me.