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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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[Natasha know better than to try petting animals she doesn't know.

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?

Here? Not as many as you'd think. People generally know better 'cause Wonderland things or whatever. Back home? ...Eh. Let's just say people have learned that lesson in a variety of ways, and not all of them involve shooting.

[His rap sheet back home, before it got pardoned sure did mention biting.]

Mm. [Natasha doesn't doubt that shooting was the least of Rocket's methods of deterring people who got handsy.] I'm sure not many people make that mistake twice.

Nice gun.

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Smart lady. [He hefts the gun up so she can get a better look at it, a look of extreme pride on his fuzzy face.] Hell yeah it is. Built it myself.

[She likes to believe she does okay. Giving the gun an appraising glance, Natasha nods.] Impressive. That will take a bite out of something.

It's not necessarily for normal-sized people unless I want them super dead, but for the big things that come in on events? Those, it'll mess up better than most things we got lying around here.

Some normal sized people are tougher than they look. [Speaking from experience. She's sure that would do a number of most of them, but... there are plenty of gods and aliens who are more or less normal sized.] Would have been nice to have something like that when there were giants running around though.

You're tellin' me. This one time these dudes from Armin and Jean's world showed up- big monsters that look like people with no skin- and we had shit for weapons except for whatever the hell those losers use to fight 'em.

Seriously. You ever see Jean? Ask him what he fights Titans with and give yourself a good laugh. It's terrible.

I haven't had the pleasure. I'm guessing it's not exactly what you'd pick to fight giants?

[Without skin. That's a fun detail.]

It's like a harpoon gun and a flight harness that runs on gas. [IT'S HORRIBLE.] Get a real jetpack and a gun if you're gonna go that far.

[That description doesn't paint the clearest picture, but clear enough to get why someone with better tech would look down on it.]

What were they supposed to do with those? Climb the monsters?

I think so, yeah. And then... I dunno. Stab them? [He waves one hand, awkwardly, since the other is holding his gun, even if it's clear this level of incomprehension really requires the gesticulation efforts of two hands.] I lived through the event and I still don't know.

Don't necessarily have to kill them to win. Just have to keep clear.

[And only for a couple of days. The best thing about these events—they're brief.]

Well, yeah, for the event. I'm talkin' about the fact that those idiots have to live that shit all the time.

[HOW ARE THEY EVEN ALIVE.]

[Who even knows?]

You mean they're fighting them all the time? I usually figure the events aren't what it's like back home. Not all the time, at least.

Eh, it depends. [he waves a hand in a kinda-sorta gesture.] But for them... Yeah, that was just a thing. Like the zombie world people only more irritating.

Way too many zombie worlds if you ask me. [Why are they so common? They're somehow frightening and boring.]

I know, right? You'd think they'd screen for that here after awhile. Wonderland's gotta have a hard limit of how many of the same thing it has to eat and shit back out on us.

[that's a lovely description.]

[Colorful. Who knew woodland creatures were so salty?]

Can't say I've thought of it that way. Still... seems like a lot of the same shit.