He ignored her, running a calloused thumb over the rough edge. This was the "1x4" project: a simple set of trophy racks for Kate’s growing collection of "World’s Mediocre-est Archer" awards. But for Clint, it was a rare moment of quiet. No high-stakes missions, just the smell of sawdust and the rhythmic shhh-shhh of a hand plane.
In the dimly lit basement of a Brooklyn brownstone, Clint Barton—known to the world as —wasn't fighting aliens or super-spies. He was fighting a stubborn 1x4 plank of cedar. Hawkeye: 1Г—4
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. He ignored her, running a calloused thumb over