Natasha Romanova will probably not kill you (webweaving) wrote in marvelesque, @ 2014-03-24 18:04:00 |
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Entry tags: | c. clint barton | hawkeye, c. natasha romanoff | black widow |
My boy builds coffins for the rich and the poor
Who: Natasha Romanoff, Clint Barton
When: Monday, late afternoon
Where: Avengers Mansion gym
What: Clint and Natasha spar. Among other things.
Warnings: Language, friskiness, will update
It had become almost a tradition that, when one or the both of them returned from a solo mission (provided that there weren't serious injuries to navigate, first), Clint and Natasha had a sparring session. It was rarely anything serious - they read each other so well, an honestly competitive match would be nearly impossible anyway - but it was a good way for them to become grounded again in the reality around them. It was also a good way for them to find each other, again. It was more necessary after some missions than others.
This time, thankfully, Clint's trip had only been few days, and everything had gone according to plan. Tradition was tradition, though, so they would take advantage of it. If things were lighter than normal, then well. They'd take advantage of that, too.
"Have you gotten more flexible?" Natasha said, watching Clint stretch. Her smirk was obvious, but she saw no reason to hide it. He knew her by now.