"I’m telling you, Kate, it’s all about the grain," Clint muttered, squinting through his hearing aids at the piece of wood. "You rush the cut, you splinter the soul. Precision isn’t just for trick arrows."
Kate took the plane, her movements tentative at first, then finding a groove. She felt the resistance of the wood—the way a 1x4 wasn't just a commodity from a hardware store, but a piece of something that required patience. Hawkeye: 1Г—4
Kate Bishop leaned against a workbench covered in purple fletching and half-empty coffee cups. "Clint, it’s a shelf. We’ve been here for three hours. The Avengers have saved the planet in less time." "I’m telling you, Kate, it’s all about the