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[outstandingbalance]

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.]

Comments

[wildwest]

[ 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. ]

[outstandingbalance]

[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.

[wildwest]

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. ]

[outstandingbalance]

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

[Flashing a quick smile.]

But it takes all kinds.