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Post by littlespider on Jul 26, 2012 10:39:41 GMT -5
Natasha stood alone in the shooting range. The tight leather catsuit that had become her second skin over the years coated her body and a Heckler & Koch USP Compact, the gun she'd stolen during the raid on Hammer Industries, rested comfortably in her hand. A pair of headphones covered her ears as she fired away at the target. Bullet holes scattered across the chest, centering around the spot marked for the heart. She glared at the holes that signified she'd missed her target, if only by a few inches, and set her gun on the counter before her. There wasn't much to do on the hovercraft when there wasn't an immediate crisis.
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Post by steverogers on Jul 28, 2012 16:39:25 GMT -5
Steve heard the racket inside the training room and stepped inside. He spotted Natasha Romanov, or Black Widow, standing and shooting at the target. She had head phones over her ears and she was slamming bullet after bullet at the target, missing her mark by only a slight centimeter. She's good...she'd certainty beat me, He thought and took a step forward as she glared at her miss and set the gun down on the counter.
Captain America didn't understand why she was so worked up about it, she'd barely missed. "Hey Natasha," he said a little loudly, letting his voice echo so she'd hear beneath her head phones. "That was a good shot," He continued with a smile, trying to show her that she didn't have to make the target to be good at it. |
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Post by littlespider on Aug 3, 2012 15:11:46 GMT -5
Natasha saw flashes of blonde among other colors but only turned when she heard Steve speak."Hey Steve." She offered him a smile of a greeting as she removed the headphones and set them by her gun. Green eyes darted to the gun as he commented on her aim. "In my line of work, good doesn't always cut it." She replied lightly. Green eyes rested on his face.
"Does Fury need me or something?" She asked changing the subject to avoid awkwardness. Not much had happened recently so she was eager to get back into the field. (wb sorry)
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Post by steverogers on Aug 20, 2012 11:47:33 GMT -5
Steve shrugged lightly, "I'm sure you'd give most gunmen a run for their money," His mouth twitched slightly, his orbs of blue flickered to the target and then back to her, finding her green eyes on him.
He shook his head at her question, "No, I was just walking past and heard the noise, so I came to investigate." He explained with another faint shrug of his broad shoulders as he cross his muscly arms across his bulky chest. He gave her a faint friendly smile. |
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