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asthehawkflies) wrote2012-11-17 12:11 am
asthehawkflies) wrote2012-11-17 12:11 am
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[#003] {Violence for fun and profit} Action/Video
[It's a routine they indulge in whenever they're in the same place for more than a couple of days. This seems like a good enough time to pick it back up, test each other a little, and they claim one of the rooms in the Battle Dome, equipping it with mats and padded walls because while the simulation won't allow them to get really hurt by weapons, Clint isn't sure that it can make getting slammed to the ground any less painful.]
Ready, Tasha?
[He's grinning, as much a mask to hide his intentions as her blank expression. They take up position on the mats opposite each other, and there's no bowing, no politeness, just stillness.
He strikes first, a punch that she blocks, returns with a blow of her own, and then they're fighting in earnest. It's vicious, both of them making use of every move at their disposal, a brutal mix of martial arts and outright brawling, dirty tricks and all.
A throw sends Clint sprawling, hitting the bench where they'd left their stuff, and his journal falls open, starting to record the rest of the fight. To anyone not familiar with them, it does look like they're genuinely trying to kill each other. Neither of them really believe in pulling their punches and they're eerily silent while they fight, neither of them making any noise besides grunts of exertion.
They seemed evenly matched for the most part, Clint's size and strength well matched by Natasha's speed and agility and the training she'd undertaken since childhood. Eventually though, one of them comes out on top, and it's Clint who ends up floored and winded, laid out on his back, Natasha above him, pinning him down and her elbow pressed against his throat.
He groans softly, and then smiles.]
I yield.
[OOC: Responses will be answered by Clint, or Natasha, or more likely, both.]
Ready, Tasha?
[He's grinning, as much a mask to hide his intentions as her blank expression. They take up position on the mats opposite each other, and there's no bowing, no politeness, just stillness.
He strikes first, a punch that she blocks, returns with a blow of her own, and then they're fighting in earnest. It's vicious, both of them making use of every move at their disposal, a brutal mix of martial arts and outright brawling, dirty tricks and all.
A throw sends Clint sprawling, hitting the bench where they'd left their stuff, and his journal falls open, starting to record the rest of the fight. To anyone not familiar with them, it does look like they're genuinely trying to kill each other. Neither of them really believe in pulling their punches and they're eerily silent while they fight, neither of them making any noise besides grunts of exertion.
They seemed evenly matched for the most part, Clint's size and strength well matched by Natasha's speed and agility and the training she'd undertaken since childhood. Eventually though, one of them comes out on top, and it's Clint who ends up floored and winded, laid out on his back, Natasha above him, pinning him down and her elbow pressed against his throat.
He groans softly, and then smiles.]
I yield.
[OOC: Responses will be answered by Clint, or Natasha, or more likely, both.]
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Also she's still not sure how much she should be saying here, how much would still be considered classified when there's people from other universes who are fully aware of SHIELD and the Avengers and their identities and... all the regulations she knows and typically follows are pretty much extinct at this point.
So instead, she just glances over at Clint, because he's been here longer and for once she hopes he can step in with a ready answer, even though that's usually her job.]
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His perceptions on the matter are probably a little skewed though.
He catches the glance that Natasha gives him and gives a blithe, disarming smile]
Master assassins. Pays pretty well. Health care provision is abysmal.
[Because who on earth would ever believe a story like that?
He laughs softly, still smiling that open, honest look.]
Military. We specialise in hand to hand. Do a lot of training.
[Not entirely a lie. They have been known to train Agents on occasion.]
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Military, huh? Sweet! You guys definitely have that training thing down. My name's Kurt, by the way.
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She nudged his shoulder fondly, bemused, and turns her attention back to Kurt.]
I thank you for the compliment. I'm Natasha. This is Clint.
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Thanks, Kurt. Pleased to meet you.
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