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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.]

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[Kurt has been gaping, watching the whole recorded portion in the grip of suspense. When it's over, he applauds and speaks on in his German accent.]

I got to say! I never expected to see that much entertainment in a book!

[Natasha smirks down at him, winded herself, copper curls damp and stuck to her forehead and the back of her neck. She keeps him pinned there for a moment before straightening, leaning back against his bent knees as she catches her breath.]

Looks like I was right and you've been slacking off to the range too much after all.

[It's said teasingly as her hands drop to her thighs, because even on an off-day Clint gives her a workout. They've been doing this for years, improving their skills on each other. She has a slight edge here, in hand to hand, just as he has one on the range.

Back home, they'd usually have spectators by now. The junior agents (and sometimes senior, as well) usually had a betting pool running on who would come out on top on any given day.

But it had still felt good, this. It's been too long since they've been in the same place long enough to indulge in it.]

[Of course this is what his agents do when he's busy. Phil knows they have this habit but still. He sighs and watches the continuing spar, noting each and every move both make.

Well, it was a break from doing inventory at least.

Noticing that the fight is over he decides to comment.]

Nice spar. Are you at the Battledome?

[Clint's skin is slick with swear, hair plastered down, but he still grins at her from between his split lip when she moves away.]

Right, because shooting is always a waste of time for a marksman.

[He knows that she's right though. He hasn't been keeping up with hand to hand here. He can feel the strain in his muscles, and he is going to be aching for a day or two from this.

But it feels good. A clean ache born from exertion rather than sleeping badly.]

[It makes her uncomfortable, watching this fight. Between the strange woman and the man who looks so very much like Rick it makes her heart hurt. He had been the first person Katniss had really befriended here, even if their friendship had formed because of one of the stupid hijacking shifts. He wasn't really her uncle, but if she had ever had one in reality, she liked to imagine it would be someone like Rick.

She only gets about halfway through the feed before she shuts it off. This not Rick isn't doing well. The woman on the screen clearly has the advantage. But violence like this? Even if it's for practice, it's not something that should be televised.

Especially when she thinks of the children here in Luceti. And remembers all the horrible Hunger Games she had been forced to watch for as long as she can remember.

There's no keeping the judgement out of her voice when she does decide to reply. The slight scowl.]

Why are you broadcasting this?

[Clint's showered and changed by the time he checks back and finds out what's happened. He's still grinning though; a good workout like this usually leaves him feeling good and having Natasha back with him helps a hell of a lot with that.

He raises an eyebrow at the scowl and the curt tone, but it's not enough to dampen his mood any.]

Sorry 'bout that. It got knocked over when I eh... got thrown into the bench. Think it just started recording. Problem?

Edited 2012-11-17 01:34 (UTC)

[Even the smile is similar to that same easy smile that Rick would give her whenever they encountered each other in the forests. Whenever she had an opportunity to show off.

She shakes her head briefly, willing the thoughts away. This man isn't Rick. She's seen him on the journal before. She knows it isn't her friend. But it's still strange, so very strange, to have this discussion.]

There are things children shouldn't see.

[There's a change in her tone when she says that. Her words are softer, more thoughtful. Not as accusatory even if the look still lingers in her grey eyes.]

[There was something nice about not having to stay longer at the shop during New Feather season. If it was rather strange to be sharing her space, at least Phil Coulson wasn't intrusive. Rogue headed to the Battle Dome after changing into her uniform. She wanted something light to warm up before Logan took over. It had been a while since she'd run her gymnastics routine... Unfortunately, when she arrived, all the rooms were currently taken. She decided to check out the viewing deck before resigning herself to a run around Luceti.

And then. Yes. Wow.

Rogue was good enough at hand-to-hand to fully appreciate what she was seeing. Wow.

When they were finished, Rogue moved quickly to claim their room and to greet them. Her uniform has been torn - a gash by her heart, a curling slice high on her left thigh - and mended with thread of a similar color. Despite that, the thread is a much weaker material than Rogue's uniform and for those keenly observant types, the repair work would be obvious.

She's smiling as she goes down to meet them.]

Nice fight, you two.

[Saori can't help but laugh as she catches the display, clapping a bit.]

That was pretty good!

[The voice catches her off-guard and Natasha looks around for the source - finding none until she spots the book laying open. She looks a little surprised, but sits down on the bench and picks it up, turning it around to see who's speaking. Spotting him, she gives him a crooked smile.]

I didn't expect anyone else would be watching us. Clint must have knocked this open.

It is when it's all you focus on. No sense in letting your other skills go rusty.

[Because she knows him, and knows what he is capable of and it's more than just a good eye and the fact that he almost never misses. She slides off of him and stands, holding her hand out to help him up.]

[The sound of Coulson's voice draws her attention and she peers down at the page with a crooked smile, a towel draped around her neck.]

We are, sir. Figured he could use some exercise.

[Their fight is intense, a hair from being downright brutal, and if not for the fact that they're in the Battle Dome Amelia would be one of the ones thinking they're actually trying to rip out each other's throats. She'd just caught a glimpse of it after giving up a chamber where she'd been driving, hanging out upstairs until another one opens for her to use. Even if one does become available, though, after that first look Amelia's watching the fight too intently to notice.

They're incredible, both of them. But her interest in more on the woman: how she moves, how she reacts to an opponent with superior strength and size. Amelia's no slouch, between her personal practice and the lessons she's been taking. But even she knows she wouldn't stand a chance against either of the two of them.

When they head out, Amelia goes downstairs to meet them. Both are strangers, but that doesn't stop her from walking right up to them.]

That was amazing. [Not the most subtle of introductions, but give her a break. Amelia's adrenaline kicked back up just watching. Realizing how that sounds, she glances between the two of them apologetically.] Sorry. I was upstairs watching.

Edited 2012-11-17 18:06 (UTC)

[Natasha glances up when she hears a familiar voice, recognizing Rogue from the bar the other night. She returns the girl's smile as she grabs a pair of towels and tosses one to Clint.]

Thank you, Rogue. I didn't realize we had an audience. Are you here to practice as well?

Fighting simulations hand to hand is kind of boring.

[And he hasn't found anyone here he trusts enough to go all out with. He graps her hands and lets her help him up, wincing as a whole other set of aches make themselves known.]

On the draft I was actively avoiding hand to hand.

[He shrugs, smile fading a little, becoming more thoughtful.]

Like I said, didn't mean to broadcast it. It was a mistake.

They shouldn't have to, you're right, but kind of impossible. They see worse on the news every night with whatever war they're covering.

Did you mean to share your fighting skills with the rest of the Luceti residents?

[Clint smiles warmly at Rogue when she approaches, although his eyes narrow at the repair work on her uniform. He catches the towel and starts to dry himself off.]

Thanks. Nice to have a good workout.

[He's a little surprised by the attention that they've drawn, even unintentionally. He'd thought that in Luceti of all places, they wouldn't be that much of a draw in comparison to dragons and gods and god knows what else. Not that he minds. They usually draw a bit of a crowd when they spar together at SHIELD.

He slows down when the woman approaches them and she's not someone he really recognises, but she seems friendly.

He gives a small smile at her not quite introduction, and nods.]

Thanks. We've been training together for a long time. Even if I'm apparently out of practice.

[He gives Natasha an amused look.]

[Clint grins when he catches the video and sees Saori, and offers a sweeping bow, teasing look on his face.]

Why thankyou, Saori. This is Natasha. She's a friend of mine from back home.

I suppose it would be. Don't worry, I'll make sure you don't get bored anytime soon.

[She hauls him up, not missing his grimace as she does so, and makes sure he has his feet under him before releasing him.]

Sore?

The zombies, right? [She'd heard references to it, but not a lot of details yet.]

[Natasha shifts to peer over Clint's shoulder, giving the female in the book a crooked smile.]

Hello, Saori.

[Natasha rolls her eyes at him in response before turning to greet the stranger with a faint smile.]

Too long, it seems sometimes. He predicts half my tricks before I can pull them off some days. Aggravating man. And you don't have to apologize for watching. It's not a secret or anything. Although we seem to have drawn more attention than anticipated.

Edited 2012-11-18 04:43 (UTC)

[Rogue jerked her thumb up behind her.]

Observation deck. Was just checkin' ta see which room'd be free.

[She peered behind them for a moment.]

Doesn't look like there's a line yet.

Wow. That was some fight. [She figures they're alright from that smile.] You two are really amazing.

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