( 'aracnotech' means precisely nothing to clint, and the lack of comprehension is evident in his expression, the way he pauses and looks at gorgug, but then gorgug clarifies (clint thinks), and it makes a little more sense. it still doesn't really explain the name which, clint thinks, sounds like it's something to do with spiders, but— it's fine. it's fine.
magic and technology. it's not what he'd choose to specialise in but hey, it's not like he's got powers. it's not like he can do magic. for him, choosing to specialise had amounted to "what can I do (in the circus) (that isn't shovelling shit and taking down tents)?" with a side of "I want to show off". it'd been avoiding studying — not training, he was good at that, willing to do that for hours on end — but studying? no. he'd dropped out of school in his teens with a dodgy attendance record for the years before that — hinted at by the sticky notes with the terrible handwriting and the just-as-bad spelling.
(no-one, not even clint barton, would describe clint barton as 'book smart'.) (and he relies on autocorrect far more than he'll ever admit.)
and so he makes a noise that amounts, mostly, to a grumble, although it's not clear why. is it the fact that gorgug has said about scanning his bow? (yes.) is it the idea of his arrows being scanned? also yes. but mostly, it's the bow thing. mostly, it's because the bow is back in the lounge, hung above the sofa, and he just came from the lounge. )
Bow's just a bow, ( he says, and it's mostly true. there's nothing special about clint's bow — it's not cheap, sure, and it's been custom-made, but there's nothing unusual about it beyond its draw weight. it's a point of pride for clint that, as far as these things go, it's simple. it's meant to be personal and deliberate, even if trick arrows complicate matters a little. )
How are you scanning it? ( is what he asks, but what he means is "you're not taking it anywhere without me". )
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magic and technology. it's not what he'd choose to specialise in but hey, it's not like he's got powers. it's not like he can do magic. for him, choosing to specialise had amounted to "what can I do (in the circus) (that isn't shovelling shit and taking down tents)?" with a side of "I want to show off". it'd been avoiding studying — not training, he was good at that, willing to do that for hours on end — but studying? no. he'd dropped out of school in his teens with a dodgy attendance record for the years before that — hinted at by the sticky notes with the terrible handwriting and the just-as-bad spelling.
(no-one, not even clint barton, would describe clint barton as 'book smart'.)
(and he relies on autocorrect far more than he'll ever admit.)
and so he makes a noise that amounts, mostly, to a grumble, although it's not clear why. is it the fact that gorgug has said about scanning his bow? (yes.) is it the idea of his arrows being scanned? also yes. but mostly, it's the bow thing. mostly, it's because the bow is back in the lounge, hung above the sofa, and he just came from the lounge. )
Bow's just a bow, ( he says, and it's mostly true. there's nothing special about clint's bow — it's not cheap, sure, and it's been custom-made, but there's nothing unusual about it beyond its draw weight. it's a point of pride for clint that, as far as these things go, it's simple. it's meant to be personal and deliberate, even if trick arrows complicate matters a little. )
How are you scanning it? ( is what he asks, but what he means is "you're not taking it anywhere without me". )