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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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For the best. I can't believe this is actually normal in some worlds.

Is it really normal for them? Obviously it happens, but... have to believe some of the stuff that bleeds through here is an outlier even in the words they're from.

[Like having a CD slot in your head.]

Sometimes. The event from my world was extremely business as usual.

[Well. For her, at least.]

Yeah? Which event was that? [Could say a lot about her, depending on what business as usual means.]

Political convention. I'm a blogger.

How'd that play out? Everyone trying to get a source in some politician's staff?

Something like that. Then there were the needles filled with live-form Kellis-Amberlee. [A beat.] That's the disease that causes zombies. We all have it in its passive form.