One lavender scented heiress with perfect form and one ex-carnie slash arrow-slinging Avenger who probably has to google instructions on how to boil water. What could go wrong?
Turns out, a lot
It doesn’t help that Clint Barton (a.k.a Hawkeye) needs a purpose, a direction, an order, in life and it just so happens to be a day he’s not being bossed around by Captain America or S.H.I.E.L.D. It also doesn’t help that trouble seems to constantly be five feet behind, wanting to ask for his help, and the direction his heart takes him is backwards, right to them. His heart is not a terribly good compass. He gets in over his head and ends up falling off of some great precipice, usually both literal and figurative.
It does help, however, that in Clint’s little vacay from this plane of existence (more or less), his trusty bow was entrusted to wildly talented Kate Bishop (also a.k.a Hawkeye) and it didn’t take long after Clint revealed himself to be alive for her to give him that trust back…not the bow, though, she definitely stole that along with Clint’s respect. She’s got his back when it gets bad…and it helps that she has a car.