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The moving targets made a mechanical sound as they moved. They didn't get far though before there was at least two arrows protruding from the center. Clint went as fast as he could to work on his precision at a faster speed.
At seeing the archer through the plastic, you tapped on the shield between the target area and the watching room. "Clint!"
He didn't turn at hearing you through the plastic, doing his best to ignore you. Clint kept shooting.
"CLINT!" You knew he could hear you since the window wasn't sound proof. "I shall not be ignored," you mumbled to yourself.
"Clint! Clint! Clint! Clint! Barton! Barton! Hawkeye! Hawkeye! Barton! Barton! Hawk! Hawk! Hawk! Hawk!" You kept repeating his names to get his attention.
Every time he heard his name called, he became more annoyed. It was grating on his last nerve and even you could tell when he missed a target entirely.
"WHAT?" He turned to look at you with a glare.
"Hi," was all you said with a grin before running off, hearing heavy footfalls catching up to you.