Moana was used to throwing things though not exactly like this. The smallest things she'd throw were sticks and usually only when she was upset.

She ran up to the board and gathered the darts in her palm. She was trying to figure it out though just staring at the target wasn't getting her anywhere. She returned back to Clint's side and decided to try again. She was good at hitting the target but she couldn't get her aim to go exactly where she wanted it to go.

"Why are you so good at it?" She asked finally, turning on Clint as if he had some secret that he wasn't sharing.