[ It's quiet. As the cliche goes— too quiet, and Natasha lowers the sight. Wind direction is relatively still. This is more Clint's line of work, and not for the first time, she viscerally misses her partner.
Friends are in low supply right now. She hasn't seen Tony, and Bruce is in the wind; Wanda's here, but intimacy there doesn't come easy. Steve doesn't know her. Clint isn't— well, Clint.
It's a sentimental line of thought. Ultimately, one she doesn't have time for. Reshouldering her rifle, she frowns at the silhouette she sees in the sights.
One that seems to be growing a little bigger by the looks of it. ]
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Friends are in low supply right now. She hasn't seen Tony, and Bruce is in the wind; Wanda's here, but intimacy there doesn't come easy. Steve doesn't know her. Clint isn't— well, Clint.
It's a sentimental line of thought. Ultimately, one she doesn't have time for. Reshouldering her rifle, she frowns at the silhouette she sees in the sights.
One that seems to be growing a little bigger by the looks of it. ]
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