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Mar. 11th, 2016 09:28 amred_roomA body collapses on the mat laid out on the safe house floor.
"Ten more." Natasha urges, her back turned to the figure collapsed on her floor. Any groans of protest are promptly ignored. "I've got all afternoon to stand here and we're not eating until we're done." Natasha's got her hair up in a messy bun, black tank top and shorts as she examines her arsenal laid out on the desk in front of her.
"You're getting better at cleaning these. Good job. We'll head out to the shooting range after we eat."
It's a simple arrangement, really. Christopher keeps the apartment tidy (not that there's ever much of a mess unless he makes it) and cleans her gear, and Natasha lets him live there rent free in one of the safest places in the Nexus. She's also taken up becoming his personal trainer. She admires the spirit the kid has, even if she doesn't know him very well, yet.
She looks over her shoulder, a tiny glance and the barest hints of a smile on her face. Natasha still isn't sure why she brought Chris home with her, but she's finding that she doesn't mind the coompany as much as she thought she would.
"Ten more." Natasha urges, her back turned to the figure collapsed on her floor. Any groans of protest are promptly ignored. "I've got all afternoon to stand here and we're not eating until we're done." Natasha's got her hair up in a messy bun, black tank top and shorts as she examines her arsenal laid out on the desk in front of her.
"You're getting better at cleaning these. Good job. We'll head out to the shooting range after we eat."
It's a simple arrangement, really. Christopher keeps the apartment tidy (not that there's ever much of a mess unless he makes it) and cleans her gear, and Natasha lets him live there rent free in one of the safest places in the Nexus. She's also taken up becoming his personal trainer. She admires the spirit the kid has, even if she doesn't know him very well, yet.
She looks over her shoulder, a tiny glance and the barest hints of a smile on her face. Natasha still isn't sure why she brought Chris home with her, but she's finding that she doesn't mind the coompany as much as she thought she would.
