And he hadn't even made any trick shots yet. Moana was very observant, very stubborn, or very both. Truth to tell, Clint was impressed.

It didn't cross his face as anything more than a light amusement, because it was kind of amusing, really. She was so determined to get it right that she wasn't listening to his entirely logical comments. So, it was time to spell it out for her.

"I've been throwing darts for thirty years, not thirty seconds." He'd had a lot of chances to practice over all those years, between missions, at home, and even on airplanes (other agents knew better than to let him get bored). The piglet wriggled under his arm again and he hiked it up once more so it didn't fall, picking up three of the darts she hadn't thrown yet and tossing them - all at once - at the target.

"And I just can't seem to miss," he commented as they all hit the bullseye simultaneously.