Who: Elektra vs. Arsenal and OT any and all SHIELD spectators! Where: The Helicarrier When: April 16, 2012 What: A friendly sparring session between two agents with a penchant for red, and possibly others? Rating: SFW
A single bead weat slid down Agent Natchios' temple as she ran her hand across it, then put her forefinger to her lips. A wrecked training bot lay on the floor, smoking, and she frowned at the remains. These old pymbots just didn't qualify any longer as real sport any longer, even if she did break one drop of sweat.
She noticed a man with red hair warming up at the sparring mat, and for just the briefest of moments thought it was Matt. But no, Matt was in New York now. The man turned, laughing at another agent's joke, and she realized it was Harper. She tried to recall his first name, and wasn't entirely sure she'd actually ever heard it. To most of the people on the Helicarrier, as far as she knew, "Agent" was their name.
She recognized some of his warm-ups and realized he'd had some practice with martial arts. Smiling, she walked over to him. He turned to face her as she got close. "Agent," she said, by way of greeting, falling back on procedural politeness.