Moana watched, her jaw falling open at Clint's display. She understood what he was saying but that just wasn't fair.

Her lips formed a line and she turned towards him, her hair flying wildly around her. "I! will get it. Just wait and see." She'd practice for hours after the storm, whatever it took to be able to consecutively hit the bulls-eye.

Moana ran forward and grabbed the darts again before looking towards Itiiti. As much as she wanted to keep going she felt a little bad that Clint was holding him. He was really freaked out...

Maybe if she practiced without him knowing.

"Where did you get these?" She asked for no reason at all, holding the darts out to him.