"Watch," he said, handing her the tool. "Long, even strokes. Don't look at where the blade is; look at where it's going. Like leading a target."
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. Hawkeye: 1Г—4
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. "Watch," he said, handing her the tool