bothhavesharpteeth: (don't think we'll be saying goodbye)
Natalia Romanova ([personal profile] bothhavesharpteeth) wrote in [community profile] capitalh2014-05-27 06:36 am

and we know the patterns

Who: Natalie Rushman (or Natasha), Clint Barton and YOU
Where: Grand Park, near Alpha Force Tower
When: March 29, afternoon
What: Natasha is scoping out a target. Natalie is jogging on her day off. It is innocent and not at all suspicious.
Warnings: None at the moment
Notes: You can tag Clint instead of Natasha if you want. He is present and shooting at things.

There is a woman jogging in the park. She's fairly young, pale and red-haired, cute if you ignore the whole sweaty-and-slightly-out-of-breath thing. (She's faking the breathlessness, but she's pretty good at it when she needs to be.) She's done a dozen laps by now, and eventually she slows to a stop, bracing her hands against her knees, and looks out across the park, somewhat questioning her life choices.

There is also a man in a purple shirt, standing on the grass not far off the path and shooting arrows at a target he's set up most of the way across the park. Pay him no mind. The red-haired woman certainly isn't.
makethatwork: (i can totally do this)

[personal profile] makethatwork 2014-06-15 10:06 am (UTC)(link)
Clint would understand the difference. Thank you, Yelena, his first, and dearly departed love. Although you never know, sometimes dead doesn't actually mean dead.

"Literally," Clint admits with a chuckle. "It's totally weird and cliche, but my brother and I ran away from the group home we were in and joined the circus when I was like eight, and that's what I did until I was 20."
makethatwork: (i'm totally cool)

[personal profile] makethatwork 2014-07-02 12:16 am (UTC)(link)
"Why, you think I'm a showboat?" He rests his forearm lightly on the top of his bow, grinning. "'Cause let me tell you, Miss Natalie, I am a hundred percent absolutely a showboat."