Extra Story Hawkeye's Day (Medium, This Chapter Is Still Free)

My name is Clinton Francis Barton and I am the most accurate man in the world. This is the story of my day.

My day almost always starts with morning exercise. Apart from the jogging (or fast running) of ordinary people, my most important training is actually archery. As the only man in the Avengers who has not been transformed, mutated, or injected with serum, in order to keep my position, I have to train, train, and train every day. Because only in this way can I have a place in this top superhero team.

"Good morning Barton!" The person who greeted me was the leader of our team, Captain Earth Steve Rogers. He was running and exercising at a speed of forty-five kilometers per hour, and his face was not red and he was not panting. look! He is the fast runner I am talking about in the morning.

The captain transformed by the super soldier serum is the world's first superhero. Although he is not known for his combat effectiveness. But he is still the core of our team.

After saying hello to him briefly, I took out my bow and arrow and started shooting. I need to constantly keep my archery ready. Fifty meters is just an appetizer to warm up, one hundred meters, two hundred meters, five hundred meters. Up to 800 meters away, I can shoot through the enemy's head with one arrow.

By the way, why don't I use a gun? Is it because I'm not good at marksmanship? joke! I am the most accurate man in the world! No matter what I shoot, I am the most accurate! As for why I don't use a gun? Come on, I'm a superhero! Superheroes need to have their own specialties.

Have you ever seen that superhero who just goes with the flow and doesn't have any personality? And if I use a gun, it will be very similar to the [Live Shot] in the DG comics. If this is the case, the settings will overlap, and others will think I am plagiarized!

What? You mean [Blue Arrow Man] in DG comics? Say I copied him? What a joke! I'm not like him at all. He is a rich second generation with his own manor house and servants. And there is also an underground secret base. Wait, why the more I talk about it, the more I feel that [Blue Arrow] is actually copying their own company's [Night Owl]?

Well, speaking of the sixth season of [Blue Arrow] is about to air, should I buy it from Netflix (an American network TV company) to watch it. There is also a new spin-off of [Night Owl] coming out, it seems to be called "Low Lake City".

I was thinking about this in a mess, but when I was shooting an arrow, I accidentally shot a golf ball flying in the sky a thousand meters away.

Coulson, who was playing a golf game with his friends, could have been ready to ace the last two shots, but because a sudden bow shot his golf ball away, all previous efforts were wasted.

"Come-on! This one doesn't count!" Coulson was wearing a T-shirt, slacks, and a pair of white shoes. Coupled with his meticulously combed hair and the temperament of playing golf, he looked like a department manager now. He has nothing to do with Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D. now.

"It doesn't matter. Friends, you must know that luck is also a kind of strength in golf. Golf blown away by the wind also happens from time to time." Coulson's opponent, a black and fat boy, said with a smile on his face . Then he holed out with a nice two, and Coulson needed a few extra shots.

"You lost, Coulson. According to the agreement before the game, the twelve collector's edition flash cards signed by Captain America are mine." The black fat boy rapped and rapped to Coulson Bet.

"Wait a minute." Coulson took out the vibrating mobile phone from his pocket, and put it to his ear to answer it seriously: "What? It's so serious? Wait, I get it! I'll be back soon!" Coulson ran away as soon as he spoke.

The black guy yelled from behind: "Our bet!"

"Next time, next time! I'm rushing to save the world now!" Coulson flew away. His excellent qualities as a professional secret agent are only felt when he is running fast.

Coulson said in his heart: "It looks like I won't be able to come to this golf course to play in the future."

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S.H.I.E.L.D. Delta Wing headquarters, this is where I work. I am used to driving to work every day. But the cars I drive are relatively simple and low-key, just an ordinary Ford Raptor f-150 pickup. This car is not expensive, you can buy it for $50,000. My salary can still pay for this mid-range car.

"Good morning!" I saw Blade in the parking lot, a vampire hunter. Of course, the vampire is gone now, and his current job is only working with the Avengers.

"You got a new car again?" I took a look at Blade's new car, a Ford Mustang GT500. It's a cool car, and it's not cheap.

Daofeng smiled and showed his big white teeth and sharp canine teeth: "Yes, the copyright fee for the new season just came down recently. With some spare money, I sold the old Ford and bought a new one. , how about going to try it later?"

I smiled: "You're welcome." I've decided that I won't have another word with Daofeng today!

"Mr. Barton, can you help me bring these letters to your office?" A staff member who was busy circulating various documents and letters in the building asked for my help. He handed me a stack of letters. Well, I can still do this little thing.

I'll see if I have my letter. This is for Iron Fist, er, a fan letter from a Marvel reader. This is for Natasha, this is Natasha's too, this is Natasha's... all courtship letters? !

This is for Captain Rogers, from the XXX Orphanage, it looks like the captain is expected to give a speech, which is a good thing.

This is for Blade, looks like it's for a black group, want him to go to a black event? Well, hope the Blades don't get scammed and scammed out of money by these stupid groups trying to help black people. Um? But what does it matter to me? Anyway, he is rich, didn't he just get a new car recently? !

Here's more, and this, and this, and this.

What? ! Even a bitch has faith? And the title is still the person being helped thanks the savior. How can it be! How can a bitch help someone? ! I was so uncomfortable seeing the title that I ended up just throwing all the letters on the desk in the office.

See what tasks need to be arranged for me today, I turn on the computer to see my schedule for today.

[Go to Netflix with Spider-Man to promote the "Agents of SHIELD" TV series and shoot some scenes. ] I sighed, I don't have a dime for copyright fees!

PS: ask for a ticket