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Thread: Hawksong(moon/lady)

Clint didn't physically react to her joke, though there was a flash of amusement in his eyes at her comment of hating coffee. no, unfortunately Fury is the most unpleasant person to have to get you. Clint commented tonelessly and Frank groaned. doubly so because of his ugly face. Frank stated with a snicker as Clint blinked at him. shut up frank. shutting. Frank muttered, scowling at Clint, who just blinked back at the trainer without any hint of his emotions. it made Frank shudder and get to his feet. he followed Catalina out the door and muttered an apology to her about clint but offered no explanations... he knew she didn't need it. everyone knew that Clint had lost everything. everyone was being careful of him these days, because he wasn't known for being... nice, even when he wasn't completely devastated. everyone offered her condolences when they noticed how stiff she was, they had all been there, and done that. the first day beat down. even Fury had gone through it when he was a trainee. it built character apparently. in the morning, Clint was watching her intently as he moved into the room. continue. he ordered when she paused. i haven't had my coffee yet and don't desire to see your face until i do. but his tone fell flat. he wasn't angry at her, and he knew she'd know it. he sounded tired, he sounded... defeated. which meant he'd dreamed of Natasha again last night. and while the girl looked, sounded, acted nothing like Natasha, training her as he had trained his best freind hurt. he watched Catalina dance across the room, putting dance moves into fighting styles... he had to admit, he was impressed. that was not something someone could teach, not effectively. one had to have a natural style for it, had to know what they where doing in both fighting and in dance. Bring your shoulder up. he commented suddenly as she pretended to pull another bow. it will give you more power. he watched her continue. be careful of where you plant your feet. you must always be aware of your surroundings. battle is always accompanied by rubble, and shrapnel, a misplaced step can result in broken bones, or having something shoved through your foot. there was a pause and then. you have a natural talent for such a style. he admitted suddenly. offering no apology for his harsh words earlier. it's rare to see dance incorporated into a proper fighting technique, but when employed properly, you will have a fighting style that no one can copy, and that few can defend against.
Thread: Hawksong(moon/lady)

Oh, youre pleasant in the morning. Why dont you go get coffee so your fit to be with?She said sounding snarky, but her tone gentle, not angry. Just like she knew he wasnt angry with him, she was willing to not question him about how he was, even if he knew she knew he hadnt slept well. Everyone knew clint barton didnt sleep well anymore. But unlike some of the others, she was willing to overlook it unless it became unbearable. Not cowardice or meekness in not wanting to piss him off, but because she had to work with him, shed rather have a relationship they could work together in, which meant finding middle ground. Shrugging a little as she went back to her workout she closed her eyes as she danced, jumping slightly as he spoke, and it was lucky she wasnt using a actual bow cause he might of gotten himself shot if shed been holding a bow. Following his direction without comment she shuddered a little at the idea of getting something in her foot. Now thats a mental image. Definitely going to be keeping a look out on my feet.She muttered before shrugging as she continued to work out. My mother was with the Russian ballet before she married my father, I learned early to dance, and as I got older my father taught me to fight. I learned quickly, that it was easy to blur the line between dance and fighting.She said smiling as she stopped, panting ever so slightly before moving over next to him to the small kitchenette to get a glass of water..
Thread: Hawksong(moon/lady)

he ignored her snarky reply, but had to admit he was glad she hadn't taken it to heart. she seamed to not really care about him, which made working with her easier. because while she wanted to please him, she didn't care one wit about how he was feeling, which made it easier to stay focused on training her, instead of the gaping hole where his heart and soul used to be. Russian Ballet? he asked, curious despite himself. Natasha had loved the Russian Ballet. he had to swallow thickly against the onslaught of emotions that brought up. in any case. he stated, brushing that thought off quickly, not wanting to think about the Ballet that Natasha had forced him to. something about dancing snow or something.... as you get better, you will find yourself able to take in everything all at once, the litter on the floor, the enemies coming at you, where your allies are, where the civilians are, where you can shoot and where an arrow might cause an explosion. he stated simply. you have the endurance needed for a short length fight, but some fights can last for hours, even days. he informed her as he poured himself another cup of black sludge that was apparently supposed to be coffee. thankfully, Natasha had hated Coffee, so it held no memories of her other than her scolding him for drinking 'that crap' and trying to get him to drink the dark black tea she favored instead. he brushed that memory off as well and gulped down the cup, ignoring, and in fact enjoying, the way it burned as it slid down his throat. right then. he muttered with a choked cough as he handed her the schedual. 600-morning habits. 630-breakfast 700-endurance training, outdoor track 900-sensory training, Archery room. 1000-medatative exercises, Archery room 1030-free time, do whatever the hell you want. 1100-1200 Lunch. 1200-archery practice, archery room 100- strength training, weights room 200-hand to hand training, testing room. 400- end of training, do whatever the hell you want so long as you go to bed at a decent hour so i don't have to drag your ass out of bed in the morning. ...even his schedules had the scathing commentary. once you get into 'the groove' of things, we will be adding, or dismissing things from your schedule. for example, i would suggest you spend at least an hour every day staying in practice with your dancing forms. you might even consider finding a school around here so you can stay in the practice. he muttered. i don't know jack shit about dancing, so your mostly on your own there. i can only give you a few pointers here and there. he admitted. now. on to the rest of your endurance training. he smirked at her. we're going to run. until 845. which is another hour and a half away. move it rookie! and just as he promised, he made her run, not jog, run. all the while he ran in front of her... backwards, shouting the occasional order or encouragement. if she didn't hate him yet, she sure as hell would by the end of the day.
Thread: Hawksong(moon/lady)

Uh-huh. Before she moved to Spain.She said in a off handed way that said she wasnt really paying attention to him, but focusing on what she was doing. Shuddering a little at the idea of a fight lasting all day. Looking amused though as she looked at him drinking the coffee she made a face, but didnt comment, because while she hated the crap, she didnt care what anyone else drank either. Taking the schedule from him she snickered a little as she read, raising her eyebrows as she looked up at him. Scathing even in writing. Its a good thing I dont mind some a snark-fest.she said snickering before nodding.Ill look into finding a school. Though you might consider coming with me for one class, maybe youll see something I miss that I can use.She said shrugging before starting to run. By the time they finished running she was panting, tired and spitting mad as she stopped next to the assassin as he stopped running, sweeping out a leg to catch his, not surprised as the move didnt send him tumbling to the floor, figuring he knew shed lash out at the man she was starting to hate as much as he amused her. Savok. Govnosos. Hooyesos.Zhri govno I zdohni.Bastardo.Capullo.She snarled tiredly, panting as she recovered from running, well at least he knew she had a handle on languages when she traveled. At least the cuss words for them. Panting she glared at the assassin next to her before snarling obscene names at him still under her breath as they headed inside. well, at least he wasn't going to have to worry about her being to meek to tell him to go fuck himself. TranslationAsshole. Shit sucker. Dick sucker. Eat shit and die.Bastard. Asshole.
Thread: Hawksong(moon/lady)

he just blinked at her, not at all caring that she didn't like his writing style. i am not stepping foot into a Ballet studio ever again. he stated, his tone shockingly ice cold. you will have to fend for yourself. because he wanted nothing to do with anything that Natasha had once loved, because it hurt far, far too much. he couldn't help but smirk as he stepped over her foot, lifting an eyebrow at her. well then. obviously your not that tired. he commented. come along. we have more work to do. he stated as he led the way inside, completely ignoring her verbal tirade. everyone he ever trained did that eventually. it had taken Natasha a month to work up the guts to call him 'you sadistic fuckhead!'... it had only taken Frank an hour to call him 'fucking psychotic shit eating bastard!'. now we will work on your senses. he stated holding up something. a black blindfold. this is, obviously, a blindfold. it will completely cut off all visual stimuli, leaving you literally, blind. you will wear it for an hour. he explained, handing it to her. this, is a training bow. he smirked as he handed what looked like a completely normal bow with... Styrofoam arrows. they had wooden shafts, and normal fetching, but the tips where soft and covered in a blue powder. while you are blindfolded, i will be moving about the room. if you manage to hit me, you will get a half an hour reprieve from running tomorrow. you'll still have to run, but only for an hour and ten minutes, instead of an hour and forty. he stated with a smirk. but that's only IF, you can hit me. put on the blindfold. he ordered. once he was certain the blindfold and quiver was properly in place, he moved out of her 'immediate awareness' zone. which was the distance that she could 'feel' him. he had to admit, it was a very impressive level awareness that most people did not have without extensive training... or extensively abused childhoods.
Thread: Hawksong(moon/lady)

Catalina raised a eyebrow at the blind fold before eyes widening a little at the fake bow. Now thats either a compliment thinking I can hit you with a real bow, or you dont want me shooting myself in the foot with one.She mused only because she wasnt certain she was going to be able to do this even as she tied the blindfold in place. And she frowned in concentration as she heard him, while she didnt suffer from the childhood traumas or the training hed gone through, her childhood had been rough after her mother died, and it had left her more aware then most of the things around her, but not enough to keep track of a man who was moving lightly on his feet around the room. Cursing as she quickly ran through arrows without one finding a mark, though she had come close a few times, You are sadistic do you know that?You might want to seek help.She said panting turning her head this way and that, trying to get a sense of the man around her, and even without arrows she held the bow defensively in front of her, as if expecting him to attack her in hand to hand simply because she was blind and he wanted to see how aware she was. While she wasn't nearly as brave as some of the others in dealing with him, she also knew he didn't need coddled over Natasha's death, he'd hate it. having dealt with men like him before-though, he was in his own league- she wasn't going to treat him any different, at least until she figured out how to do so without getting him pissed and making working together intolerable. as of now, they were uncomfortable, but not horribly so.
Thread: Hawksong(moon/lady)

Clint snorted. i'm less concerned about you shooting yourself in the foot than i am you shooting your own eye out. he stated simply. he was impressed with how close some of those arrows had gotten though. that one had very nearly grazed him. an inch tot he left, and she'd have nicked him in the hip. why yes, i did know that, but thank you for the compliment. your out of arrows did you know? so very easy to kill now. he pointed out. helpless. you should never be without a way to defend yourself. you did at least, keep hold of your bow. you can always gather arrows from the fallen, or weapons from the fallen. you also didn't drop any arrows, which is a damn sight better than the last two morons i had to train. he admitted, still walking around her. can you beleive one of them actually did manage to shoot himself in the foot? distracting her. enemies will sometimes do, exactly what they do in the movies. monolog. where they go on, and on, and never shut up. this, is a useful little period in time where you can start to plan your escape, or your defense.... have you prepared yourself while i have been talking? no, i don't think you have. and with that, something struck her in the thigh. it didn't hurt, it wasn't heavy or sharp or hard, it just bopped her in the leg and he was suddenly THERE, in her zone of awareness, more than that, he was THERE, next to her, so close she could FEEL his clothes brushing hers, and then he was gone again. too slow. you've been crippled. focus. it's not just your hearing! you can feel me when i move, the wind will shift. you can smell me, smell where my scent is when the breeze changes. you can hear me, hear my clothes shifting. stop panicking. you can't see, but you can still do other things. you are not helpless, you have a weapon, you always have a weapon. your hands are deadly, your teeth are deadly, your feet are deadly. defend yourself, don't let me get close. he ordered, giving her a moment to calm herself, to FOCUS and then he was there, in her awareness Zone again, this time the thing, whatever it was, hitting her in the forehead. but even if she reacted, he was out of the way before she could even start to swing. and so it continued, him attacking her, her trying to defend, and at the end of the hour, caught her swing and tugged her blindfold off, showing that the lights had been dimmed considerably so that she wouldn't hurt her eyes when the blindfold came off. well... at least you didn't shoot yourself in the foot.
Thread: Hawksong(moon/lady)

Never helpless. Bow string can act like a garrote if you tried. Or a blunt set of brass knuckes.She mused even as she turned her head, letting her body follow it around, trying to keep track of him, not only by the sound of his voice, but where she could feel him. Now that, I can believe. Morons.She muttered under her voice trying to stay focused, her voice sounding off, not really thinking about talking to him before reeling back as the man smacked her with whatever it was, despite having been trying to prepare, she hadnt been. Cursing as she scrambled back another step already lashing out with the bow, but again, to slow to get near him. By the end of the hour she paused, swallowing hard as she stood still, blinking slowly wincing even in the dim light. but I didnt do great either.She said in response to his comment looking annoyed with herself, much like him, she held herself to a standard that most mere mortals would fail at. Remembering her schedule she flicked her fingers towards one of the corners. Now Im going to go over there and mediate on how Im going to cause you some bodily and embarrassing harm and relax. Unless you have some other plans for your mediation time in the schedule?She asked already moving to sit on the floor, looking comfortable and at ease despite being annoyed with herself for failing so spectacularly, she knew that she wouldnt be able to do anything but follow his schedule and know that shed get better with time.
Thread: Hawksong(moon/lady)

Clint didn't bother to hide the smirk at her response, she couldn't see it. i don't know what a Garrote is, but i think it doesn't matter much. he admitted simply. once he removed her blindfold, he revealed what he'd been batting her with, one of the practice arrows. she had blue chalk all over her now, and he looked the closest to laughing he'd been in months. no, you didn't do great, but then, you've never fought blind before, now have you? he asked with sly, sadistic little grin. go for it. meditate on whatever the hell you want. it's a cool down period where you can think about whatever you want. he admitted, waving her off to meditate. later on i might give you specific things to meditate on. he admitted. for now, just meditate on the training and about how you want to kick my ass. he ordered. after that your free to go until noon. he admitted as he settled into his own corner and started his own meditation. he stayed meditating as a tiny little chime went off, letting her know that she was free to go if she wanted. lunch wouldn't start for another half an hour so this would give her the chance to do whatever the hell she wanted. read a book, write a letter, so long as she left Clint alone. he was in the lunch room for once, which seamed to startle most people as he sat in a dark little corner and poked at his food. he was probobly not going to eat, but he glared violently at anyone stupid enough to try and sit with him. only Fury was allowed to approach Clint... and that was only because he ignored Clint's furious Glares. after lunch was more practice, where Clint corrected only a few slight grip issues on Catalina's bow stance and then indicated for her to shoot at a single target, working on her aim until she could hit the target dead center one hundred percent of the time. then he dragged her to the weights room where he made her lift weights until every inch of her body ached. then it was to the testing room where he showed her more stances, kicks, and punches to add to her fighting inventory. it was clear that as time went on, his temper got worse and worse. but he was controlling himself, fighting not to take his pain out on her... the poor bastard who interrupted a half an hour into the hand to hand training was not so lucky. Clit's verbal tirade left Frank nearly in tears, but he was a tough man and sent Clint out of the building and continued Cat's training himself. you'll have to forgive Clint... Frank stated softly. it's hard for him right now... Fury's being a bit of a bastard, making Clint train you when the pain is so intense for him right now. but... despite his... tongue, he really is the best at what he does... you want to bring your other fist up a bit... there you go. he trained me you know, Clint did. best damn man to train a person there. he knows when to push you, and when to praise you. when to insult your intelligence so you get all pissed off, and when to back off and let you have your temper tantrum. he blushed violently. i don't think he'll ever let me forget the time i shot myself in the foot...
Thread: Hawksong(moon/lady)

Clint looked startled having just been riding the mans mood as they trained, though the fury that was coming through the punches was getting that much worse the more higher clints temper soured, responding to the man even if she wasnt really aware of it, before shrugging a little as she worked with frank.I came into this training knowing it was going to be hard.She said shifting, adjusting her fist even as they worked, not about to admit fury gave her the assignment not just at her own request to be trained, but because he needed clint to have a partner to watch his back, and by assigning him someone instead of picking someone himself, fury had known the man would be hating him, instead of himself. Eyes widening at franks admittance she snickered. Oh!So that was you. He told me about that.She said smiling a little before nodding, stepping back as the hour ended, panting and out of breath, aching but pleased with her first day. Thanks frank.Ill try to remember that its not his fault his heads a mess.She said sighing softly, because while she knew it, she had a feeling clint was going to push her so hard that she was going to forget it at times. Goodnight.She said waving goodbye to the man as she made her way out. Having every intention of relaxing that evening, and getting a good nights rest, and start it all over again in the morning. I hear your training the new archer?Tony Stark said his usual narcissist amusement in his voice, though there was a thread of concern under it. while the man was still the arrogant ass that he had always been, with forming the avengers, clint had been accepted into the rare few people that tony actually cared for. And as such he was cursing fury for being a bastard and forcing clint to train a Russian woman in the same way he had once trained Natasha. Having come to check on the man as soon as he heard, just wanting to know how he was doing, and hoping the girl was strong enough to deal with clint.
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Frank chuckled a little, flushing brilliantly. well i'd never held a bow and Arrow before and... well it hurt dammit! he complained, pouting. the thing went through my foot! they had to cut it off at the shaft so they could slide my foot free. the entire time they where doing this i was screaming and crying like some sniveling brat! he complained, sharing his story so she wouldn't feel so bad. granted... i WAS a sniveling brat... he muttered, shaking his head. his head is a mess... i don't think he's even grieved yet. he admitted with a sigh. i'm a bit worried about him... he's shutting down and i don't know how much longer he can last. this was said more to himself than to her, but it showed just how much Frank did care about Clint. Clint paused as he heard Tony. he had been living with Tony since the attack that had killed Natasha. he couldn't bring himself to go home, because she had lived with him, she had lived there... and her evidence was all over the place. yeah. she's not bad. needs a lot of work. Clint admitted, his voice listless and dull because Tony wouldn't rat him out. Tony wouldn't care, Clint could trust Tony not to chastise him for being depressed. i nearly tore Frank's head off though... he admitted, running a hand through his hair. i couldn't... contain myself at the end... he admitted looking at Tony. because Tony wouldn't blame him for not saving Natasha, and wouldn't force him to move back home where SHE had lived. where's the captain tonight? Steve was avoiding Stark Tower after Clint nearly killed the spangled idiot for trying to take away his alcohol.
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Ill take care of him FrankCatalina said smiling slightly because she knew it was going to be hard, because clint wasnt going to let her, but she would. Because she wanted to, and because she knew it was coming, the man needed to grieve, and deal with the emotional side of losing not just his work partner, but his best friend. Tony nodded a little,Well, youre good at getting idiots to survive their training, Im sure shell be fine.He said smirking, his eyebrows going up a little.Is she as pretty as they say?focusing on what he really cared about, besides his friend. Because he knew clint wouldnt want him to ask about how he was handling it, so he was going to ask what everyone expected him to care about, just about how to get the new girl into bed. Avoiding you since you nearly killed him for taking the alcohol..Tony said simply shrugging a little because he knew clint would have figured it out if he lied before sighing softly. I have a date tonight. You want company?he asked, willing to stay in for once if Clint wanted him to, but also willing to leave him alone if he wanted him to. Like catalina, the man had learned to bend to what clint wanted him to do, because he wanted clint to stay here, because he was afraid that if he pushed, that the man would leave.