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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.]

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[She doesn't wince, but there's something about the fake smile in response to that, the way her brows go up, that say she'd like to. There's just no getting away from it.]

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.

Amen to that, [ doc is quick to proclaim, glad that he ran into someone likeminded. he and wynonna had butted heads over this whole shindig. one day, that woman's recklessness was going to get her into hot water he wouldn't be able to pull her out of. ]

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.

Smart man. [Not just because she agrees, either. She's seen the disks laying around. People finding themselves suddenly super strong or starting fires with their mind doesn't end in anything but a mess. Plus, the whole CD tray situation is kind of gross.]

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?

[ it's super gross and kind of freaks him out. a person's face should not contain an actual tray. ]

I couldn't agree more, and I was hopin' to.

Be my guest. Wouldn't mind seeing a little more of what you can do.

[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.

[ the desire for a distraction is mutual, and while he tends to remain pretty humble in spite of the reputation history has allotted him, he's not one to pass on an opportunity to show off a little. ]

Ladies' choice, [ he says, gesturing to the range and plucking a pistol from its holder. ] I'll shoot anythin' of your choosin'.

[Oh, she's sure he's not. And she's willing to indulge it. The distraction is welcome, and getting a better idea of someone's skills... there's always something to knowing what the people around her are capable of.

She glances to one of the targets.]

How about we start with that one. Show me a warning shot?

[ his aim seems lazy with the casual way he lifts his arm into the air, but his bullet lands with expert precision — close to the mark, enough to scare someone where that target a person, but not close enough to knick. a warning, a sign of what's to come. ]

[Natasha nods, watching him as much as the shot; she's sure it will land. His posture and the easy confidence say a lot though.]

You have a steady hand.

I'm a doctor, [ he says by way of explanation, as if that says everything. truth be told, the skills he employed as an up and coming surgeon were the same ones that made him an expert marksman. ]

I've known doctors. Most of them aren't especially notable marksmen.

[Flashing a quick smile.]

But it takes all kinds.