[It'd become customary after the move to Paris to spend one night a week on the firing range. Remy would take her whenever he could. Normally it was with whatever gun he felt was slight and delicate and suited her best- but since her father's death it's been his old revolver. Adele's going through the list of things that relax her, reading, sketching, and a bit of time spent working on her accuracy for some measure of catharsis was always useful. It takes a bit longer than normal to remember how this damn computer works- it's been awhile. Not her fault at all.
Whenever Clint and Natasha leave their room she blinks a bit at their appearance and offers a muted wave.]
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Whenever Clint and Natasha leave their room she blinks a bit at their appearance and offers a muted wave.]