<span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;"><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Clint Barton</strong></span></span>collecting his things<br/><br/>Clint felt the player begin to squirm while he led his arm, twisting a little to try and get him to stop, but he got lucky and the vice principle came to break it all up. He immediately saw the players who were gathered but didn't fight scatter and the rest slowly getting up and leaving. After be berated by the vice principle and the players getting off scot free he got up and brushed most of the dirt and grime off of his uniform. He tucked his shirt back in and smoothed his pants out before looking around for his stuff. Speaking of finding his stuff he saw Steve looking around for something. He was about to offer hid help but Steve b-lined toward a duffle bag that had been tossed around in the scuffle.<br/><br/>He looked around and found his backpack but his bow case was missing. He panicked a little and turned his head around, frantically, looking for it. He saw the black case dumped over towards the group of girls that were talking to Logan before the big fight broke out. Probably one of the players thought it would be funny to dump his stuff out since he was beating up his teammates. He sighed and walked over to where the case, and its contents, were dumped. On the way over he felt something drip from his nose. He used his hand to wipe it off and saw that it was blood, he would have to fix that later. When he arrived to his things he looked down to see his arrows everywhere and his bow stuck in the ground. It was a maple bow, in its normal color not stained a different color, in the standard shape that bows were bent in. The string was pure white and tied of on each end, small notches in the wood held them in place. The ends of the bow were bulkier, not as cut down as the middle of the bow. The middle was whittled down to where Clint could comfortably get his hand around it while not compromising the strength of the wood. There was a notch right above where he gripped it. That was where he aligned his arrows for firing. He picked it up and examined it to make sure there were no cracks or fractures that he could see. He gripped it in his left hand and raised it like he was about to fire. He drew the string back to make sure it was fine. He held there for a moment before gently lowering the bow and string with it.<br/><br/>He took the bow and placed it back in its case and went searching for the arrows, taking the case with him. The majority were near the bow so those weren't hard to din. He grabbed his quiver that was still in the case and went to pick them up. He had found most of his full quiver, but there were still three missing. He walked along the area in search of them. He kept his eyes to the ground on the lookout for the brown shafts that would easily stick out amongst the green grass. He had found two but the third one still eluded him. He kept his eyes peeled to the ground and still searched. He finally found it at the feet at group and reached down to pick it up saying, "Pardon me," While he did so. When he brought himself back up he saw that he was looking at the group that was talking to Logan before the fight had taken place. The tall blonde, the quite muscular brown haired girl, and the dark skinned one with the snow white hair; a green skinned man had joined them as well. "Oh um sorry," He said nervously as he pulled the quiver off of his shoulder and placed the arrow, point up. He got down, opened the case up again, and placed the quiver right next to the bow. He did a quick count of his arrows to make sure he hadn't missed any. He didn't know what to do next, he was never good with girls so he didn't know if he should ask if they were all all right after the jocks had called them some ugly names. So he remained down at his case going over one last check of his bow.