Sharon Carter is a super spy (exshieldagent) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2017-05-09 13:31:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, sharon carter |
Who: Leon and Sharon
When: Early March
Where: Shooting Range
What: Getting out emotions
Rating/Warnings: Low/None
Status: Complete!
Leon felt awful for Sharon. He understood that a sick mother trumped a girlfriend, and if he had the chance to go back and spend his mother’s last few months with her again, he’d abandon everything that he’d built here.
Except, maybe, Revy. He’d drag her along, if she’d come, even if meeting Revy might have brought his mother that much closer to death.
He understood it, but he couldn’t forgive it. No, if Sharon’s boyfriend ever showed his face again, Leon would be quick to drive his fist right into it.
The man at desk waved Leon and Sharon through, recognizing Leon immediately. After all, Leon often spent his free-time at the gun range, trying to perfect his already stellar shot. It was a little embarrassing that his girlfriend could outshoot him. “What are you thinking? Target practice, or should I set up some pigeons?” he asked Sharon.
Leon had undoubtedly seen Sharon in better spirits. She was wearing comfortable clothes, with her hair unbrushed and in a sloppy bun. She wasn't in make up. Her eyes were still puffy and red, though she hasn't cried in a while. Hours, maybe. This was Sharon with her guard down. Leon was one of the few people in the world she let see her like this.
Sharon had been to this range before, though it'd been a long time. And now, with her Dream SHIELD and CIA trainings, she was a much, much better shot than she’d ever been before. She really should get more practice, she thought. It'd be a waste to let this skills atrophy.
Together they moved further through the building. Sharon thought about his question a moment. “Targets,” she responded. It meant more shots per second all things considered. That's what she was here for. To shoot a lot of stuff. To let some of those emotions out through her trigger finger.
“Targets it is,” Leon said, suspecting something of her motives. When he wanted to improve his skills, he used moving targets. When he wanted to let off steam, he emptied a clip of bullets into that big red centre target.
They got to the prepping area, and Leon scooped up the big, noise muffling ear muffs. He took it upon himself to put them on Sharon’s head for her.
Protective glasses firmly in place, the blonde started loading bullets into a clip. Sharon wasn't expecting Leon to put her earmuffs on for her, but it was a pleasant surprise. She gave him a very small smile and equally small “thanks,” before clicking the clip into her gun. “I'm ready to kill some imaginary demons.”
“Just be glad that it’s imaginary ones,” Leon muttered as an aside, and lead the way toward the target range. He stopped in front of one of the bays that had a fresh target hung up, a silhouette of a man on a piece of paper. “So uh,” he said awkwardly, “You wanna talk about it?”
Well, that was a good point. She’d much rather kill imaginary demons than real ones. And in Orange County, that was something that could very well come up. Over and over. Thankfully, this was a sort of slow time when it came to work and things, but knowing her luck next week it would rain blood or goblins would overrun the streets or something.
There was a series of clicks and shuks as she prepared her gun to fire, then a pause in which she didn’t look at him. “...I don’t know what to say.” She replied, eyes still on the table.
Leon nodded, turning his attention from Sharon’s face to his own gun. “Yeah, I get that,” he said. “You don’t have to talk at all. Just shoot things. We can drink ourselves blind afterward if you want.”
Sharon’s shoulders relaxed a little with relief at his suggestion. That was something she’d been hoping for, actually. She needed to get her mind off things, to have a break from reality for a bit to get her head back in order. And getting completely shitfaced seemed like a good way to do so. “Viv’s with my mom for the night. So I’m free until tomorrow morning.”
They took their positions in front of the targets, and Sharon adjusted her headphones. “Ready?”
“Great,” Leon said. “I’ll let Revy know I won’t be around tonight, and we’ll drink the bar closed,” he said, only half teasing. He was entirely open to the idea of drinking until the lights came on, though he wasn’t sure if Sharon would be. “Ready,” he confirmed.
Sharon shot. She shot and shot and shot. And the shooting made her feel so much better. It wouldn’t bring him back, that she knew. And it wouldn’t help the wounds close, either. But it would help numb the pain for a bit.
When she was finished, she drew in her paper target. Proof that her aim was better when her private life was in upheaval. Great.
She moved the headphones down when Leon came to join her, and motioned to her target. “Not bad?”
Leon’s lips quirked up when she brought back the target. “Not bad at all,” he agreed.