Clint grinned at her question, though it was more for hearing her say ‘awesome’ in that Russian accent than the chance to talk about his skills. It was cute, her trying out the Americanisms.

“Me?” he asked in a showboating manner. “I’m the World’s Greatest Marksman!” You can take the boy out of the circus but you can’t take the circus out of the boy. There was still a bit of showman left in him yet, no matter what had happened to him back then. “Or, well, at least that’s what the sign used to say.”