Natasha Romanoff (
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entrancelogs2018-07-01 03:27 pm
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Who: Natasha Romanoff + you
Where: The shooting range
When: July 1
Rating: PG, probably
Summary: Everyone blows off steam their own way; Natasha's going shooting
The Story:
[All things considered, the past couple of days haven't been so bad. Considering the Gryphon's announcement, she'd been prepared for something worse. Swapping bodies. Seeing memories. Who knows what kind of weird scenarios Wonderland could have put them through.
But that said, she doesn't have to like it either. She tries not to look too hard at people's faces.
On the whole, she tries to stick to her routine. Working out, shooting, getting a drink—in that order.
The firing range is about the most soothing place she's been today, falling into the rhythm of shooting and the satisfaction of hitting her targets. It's the kind of thing that feels familiar and takes enough of her attention to keep her mind from wandering.
That doesn't mean she won't notice anyone else who happens to wander in, give them a smile and a nod. Maybe more.]
Where: The shooting range
When: July 1
Rating: PG, probably
Summary: Everyone blows off steam their own way; Natasha's going shooting
The Story:
[All things considered, the past couple of days haven't been so bad. Considering the Gryphon's announcement, she'd been prepared for something worse. Swapping bodies. Seeing memories. Who knows what kind of weird scenarios Wonderland could have put them through.
But that said, she doesn't have to like it either. She tries not to look too hard at people's faces.
On the whole, she tries to stick to her routine. Working out, shooting, getting a drink—in that order.
The firing range is about the most soothing place she's been today, falling into the rhythm of shooting and the satisfaction of hitting her targets. It's the kind of thing that feels familiar and takes enough of her attention to keep her mind from wandering.
That doesn't mean she won't notice anyone else who happens to wander in, give them a smile and a nod. Maybe more.]
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It powers up and a moment later one of the targets at the very edge of the range no longer has a head, and he looks deeply, deeply emotionally satisfied by that.
Greetings are for other people, apparently.]
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Wryly, her humor clear in her voice:] Feel better?
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[He gives a shrug and then swivels his attention back to her.] You're not gonna poke my forehead or anything, are you?
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Believe me, it's the furthest thing from my mind. Whatever's in your head, it can stay there as far as I'm concerned.
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[Classic Rocket. And then, just to be mildly personable, he adds:] Name's Rocket.
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Especially when they're armed.]
Natasha. Nice to meet you. [Watching him sideways, curious about him.] Have you had to shoot off many hands so far?
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[His rap sheet back home, before it got pardoned sure did mention biting.]
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he watches natasha shoot for a few minutes before approaching her. ]
I assume this is all you and not someone else on tap in that pretty head of yours.
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You'd assume right. There's no one here whose skills I'm interested in trying out. [Her smile grows a little more crooked as it becomes more sincere.] And no one I'm interested in sharing mine with.
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Takin' someone else's abilities for a test drive is not only reckless, it's just plain foolish. I ain't puttin' anything that ain't mine inside my head.
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I tend to think it's a good idea to keep everything in my head right where it is.
Were you going to fire off a few rounds yourself?
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I couldn't agree more, and I was hopin' to.
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[Her interest is real, but she'd be lying if she claimed there wasn't an element of looking for a distraction at play.]
Not that there's much to show off with here.
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Ladies' choice, [ he says, gesturing to the range and plucking a pistol from its holder. ] I'll shoot anythin' of your choosin'.
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His entrance into the shooting range is a lot less dramatic than say, Rocket's, but he draws his weapon manages to shoot at the target six times, all head shots.]
Good to know that I haven't lost my touch.
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Was there a doubt?
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[Which is not to say he isn't going to get them in the future.]
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Shooting isn't exactly soothing to her, but it's routine. There's a lot to be said for routine at a time like this.
She nods to Natasha as she comes in.]
Fuck this place.
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[Specifically seems likely, but there are plenty of people who are enjoying this and it's plenty of reason for the general sentiment.]
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Both. Not a fan of having a slot in my head.
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Trying not to think to hard about the logistics of that.
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[Like having a CD slot in your head.]
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[Well. For her, at least.]
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