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Harper once again found herself in the Chemical Lab. She always found herself here, one way or another, it was as if the lab were constantly calling her back, begging her to come test herself and to find the key to the genes now infused with her own. She had a desperate drive to discover why she had become BlackCat, and how it happened. It was a need to understand, really, which mostly brought her back here time after time to take swabs of her blood and read into the DNA. The issue that always arose was how it was constantly changing. Some days, the DNA genome would map most closely to that of a lion, some days it would appear closer to a cheetah. It baffled her beyond measure.
And today was no different. She had just returned from a mission--one where she considered herself to have performed incredibly inadequately in comparison with the standards she set--and had plenty of blood to swab. There was a line rolling down her cheek, almost like a red tear, where the tip of a knife had just caught her before she had danced out of the way in her lightning fast fashion. The blood was as deep of a red as her hair, almost blending in with the rest of her head. She took a Q-tip and let the blood tear fall into the cotton. She looked down at the red swab, at her blood, curious with it as always, before sticking it into a test tube and labeling it with the date.

Natasha wandered the helicarrier, never quite sure what to do with herself when she wasn't on a mission. Sometimes she trained, but she had already been to the training area and had decided it too crowded for her liking. Sometimes she would read a book, but she was feeling restless, and instead walked around, pretending that she had some great purpose. She didn't, of course, but it was believable, and so people didn't bother her. But that didn't mean she couldn't bother others, and that was exactly what she decided to do when she saw a familiar face in the chemical lab.

"You know, we do have a medical area, you could get that fixed up." Her voice wasn't concerned, more matter-of-fact, as it was most of the time. Lacking emotion. Besides, the cut was far from fatal, just a red line across Harper's cheek. Natasha hadn't realized that the other red-headed agent had already returned from her mission, but here she was, where she could be found on a semi-regular basis. Testing her blood. Natasha herself had never bothered trying to figure out the specifics of what had been done to her-but then, her enhancements had been intentional, not accidental.

"But where would the fun be in that?" Harper replied with a wry grin on her face, shaking the test tube and covering the swab of blood with clear liquid, before looking up at Natasha. She slid off of the counter, walking her vial over to a spinner and placing it inside,turning the machine on. It emitted a soft whir. Then, she moved over to the sink, slipping off her black, fingerless gloves. They were made of a rubbery, almost leather but not quite, material which S.H.I.E.L.D had invented. She still wore her entire combat outfit: a sleek, black suit which allowed for flexibility, but also durability.

"How have you been?" Harper had been gone for a few days now, and it had been approximately five days since she had seen her friend. And they were, friends, although it was a different sort of friendship than that which was shared between most females. But then again, they weren't most females. "Has anything of importance happened since I was gone?" She turned on the sink, dipping her hands in the cool water and allowing blood and dirt to rinse off of them and slip down the drain.

((Emma would you like to post again or should we wait for Jess?))

((I'm out right now and probs won't be able to post until the morning so Jess can decide.))

((kk))

Clint was looking for Harper he had just heard that she was back from her most recent mission and wanted to see how she doing. He checked the infirmary to make sure she didn't have any serious injuries. Not that he doubted her abilities to perform in the field he just needed to make sure she was safe before look all I've the helicarrier for her. He was heading down to the chem lab next aka Harper's personal infirmary. Clint wished that Harper would go to the actual infirmary but then again who was he to judge? Unless he couldn't walk or his hands were severely damaged or something was wrong with his eyes he stayed away from the infirmary. So when he finally got to the chem lab he wasn't surprised to see Harper testing her blood and whatever else she did in there he was however surprised to see that Natasha was also there. "Hello." He said simply moving to stand beside Natasha "How'd the mission go?" He asked Harper

((What should our post order be?))

((I'll post now, so I guess you, Jess, me?))

((Ok!)(

"No chance of facial scarring, I generally call that fun." Natasha replied, her tone light. She didn't expect her words to change Harper's mind. If Clint couldn't convince her to go to the infirmary then she never would, and it wasn't worth the effort. "And no, nothing important. It's been kind of quiet, actually. Not much of anything had happened over the past couple of days, it was making her kind of restless, not that anyone would have been able to tell. If there was one thing Natasha truly prided herself on, it was control: full control of her body, mind, and emotions. As long as she kept herself like that, no one would know anything about her she didn't want them to. No one would be able to hurt her.

"Hey, Clint." Natasha replied to the third assassin that entered the chem lab. She and Clint knew each other too well to bother with small talk--and she never liked small talk, anyways. Unless she was on a mission and had to get information, pleasantries were a waste of time. It weirded most people out, how quiet she could be, or how straight to the point, but she wasn't about to change how she acted for the sake of other people's comforts. Not when she spent so much of her time acting like other people, for much better purposes.

Harper shrugged, avoiding eye contact with the third member to enter the room. "It was alright. I got what they needed, although things got a bit messy towards the end." She sighed, leaning over to watch the little machine mix her blood into one, red blur. "But, I suppose that happens every now and then. Keeps things exciting." She stood back up, straightening her back till she felt her vertebra pop softly. "And what brings you here, Clint?" She asked with the raise of an eyebrow, pulling out a nail file and gently humming as she drew it across her tiny claws. They needed to be constantly filed in order to keep them growing to outrageous lengths. It had happened before, and proved quite dangerous.

Clint decided not to comment about the mark on Harper's face it definitely did not look serious and Harper had come in with worse and survived and telling Harper to go to the infirmary would be a waste of time and energy. "That's why you should always have the best archer with you." Clint said lightly though he was only joking. Shield usually knew what they were doing when they picked people for assignments but sometimes they'd be wrong and when that happened if either of the redheads came back injured and they had needed him Clint would usually be pretty angry. Not that he ever hurt someone when things like that happen he usually just worked out until he was to tired to do much of anything except sleep. "Just got back from a mission yesterday so just pretty much just hanging around. I got bored and heard you were back so I went looking." He said with a small shrug

((sorry to have kept you waiting for so long, and that this is so short))

Natasha walked to the other side of the room, and leaned against a table. Hopefully she'd get an assignment soon; she had been on the helicarrier for almost a week with not much to do, which was strange, especially for someone at her level. But maybe it was good, in a way, as well. If there were no targets worthy of her time, then there weren't as many problems for civilians. "You should have come sparred with me or something," Natasha said to Clint. "I've been bored for days." Her words could have easily come off as whiny, but, of course, they didn't. The black widow didn't whine about things, and thus she sounded as nonchalant as ever, although the other two in the room may have known her well enough to read some of her meaning.

((no worries. Should we apply to have these three sent on a mission??))

"Hey, you're always welcome on my missions," Harper teased back at Clint. And of course, this was completely true, for a multitude of reasons. "Hopefully your mission was a little more exciting than mine...surveillance, surveillance, and yet more surveillance..." She let her words trickle off with a roll of her large eyes. "And I'm sorry to hear you haven't had much to do...although I guess that's technically a good thing." It was, ideally, good. Perhaps they were finally getting HYDRA tapped down for good this time, but this was incredibly unlikely. "Or, they could be saving you for something more..significant." That was the most likely option, in all honesty.
As she perched on the edge of the counter, listening to the hum of the machine and identifying the sounds almost unheard to even herself, she shot a glance over at the archer, a subtle, almost unnoticeable flick of the eyes, before glancing over at the other red head and offering her what she hoped came across as an understanding smile. She often wondered if Natasha had picked up on her feelings for Clint, even though she spent almost all of her time trying to hide any sign of the notion. It would be so embarrassing if anyone knew, for obviously her feelings were unrequited. And it would be dangerous for her spot on the team, and she would never want to jeopardize that.

((Yeah I was planning on having them (or one of them) on Natasha's mission to kill alexi, when it comes around, and then she would go all dramatic and stop it at the last second maybe--if you're down for that?))

((100% down for that!!))

((awesomeeee))

((I am so down for that!!))

((Yayyy so we just have to clear it with Alfy then))

((awesomeeee))

((are you going to pm Alfy or do we want to fill out one of those forms??))

((since it has become a multi-person thing let's do one of the forms I guess?))

((ok sounds good to me. Do you want to fill it out?))

((sure))

((cool! I'm so excited))

Just then--just after Natasha had been talking about wanting to have a mission, her phone buzzed with a message from Fury, asking her to go down to one of the briefing rooms. "Looks like I got something. I'll see you both later." That was all she said before making her exit, deciding to stop by her room to quickly change before going to the briefing room. She never knew how quickly Fury would want her out and on the mission, so it was better to go into the debriefing prepared to leave at any second, she had learned. It was also good to not keep the director waiting, so Natasha didn't linger for final goodbyes, instead just walked out at a quick pace.

Harper watched Natasha go, musing, "I hope theyre giving her a mission. She seems very..uncomfortable being pent up here. And its odd to see Nat in any sort of discomfort whatsoever," she had to chuckle at the last part, as true as it was. The other red haired assassin never let her feelings get the best of her. That was one lovely benefit when the pair went on missions. Not only were they a damn force to be reckonned with, but when Harper got too emotionally invested, Nat could pull her back. And when a little emotion was needed, Harper could readily supply it. All in all, they balanced rather well. She turned over to look at Clint, her closest friend. "I missed you while I was gone," she said, in the most friendly way she could muster.

"Not really just a simple extraction mission showing a couple newbies the works." He said "They were pretty good for rookies anyway and they they definitely didn't compare to the team that we make." He said which was true while Clint was very versatile more so than most people gave him credit for the absolute best team was him, Harper, and Nat. "I'm sure you'll get a mission soon Tasha." And sure enough her phone buzzed and Nat was gone before Clint could say anything but 'See you later" He turned to Harper "They probably are they were probably just saving her for a big one." He said "I messed you to kit-Kat." He said with a reason grin "If me and you aren't included on this mission that Bat's getting we should request for a mission just the two of us." He said "That is if you're up for it you just got back and everything."

((That sucked but Ahhh well))

((nahh your posts are always lovely))

Harper smiled over at him, a real smile, which flashed her pearly white teeth. Her canines, or as she liked to call them, her felines, were like four sharp little white pearls. "I would love that, I'm itching to get back out there." And it was true, even if half of her motive was simply to spend more time with her friend. "I want a real mission, you know? Actual battle. No more of this 'sit on top of a building, snipe your target, and disappear.'" She sighed, crossing her arms over her chest. "I want to get my hands dirty. Is that completely crazy of me?" She looked over at him, completely serious about the question. Often, her animal instinct would take over and she couldn't always control it. The Sins had seen that, when they originally recruited her as Wrath. There was just something about landing the blows with her own hands that felt so much more satisfying. "Or at least a mission where I'm not just listening to people talk all day. God that was a bore."

((just popping back in here to let you guys know that Natasha's texted these two telling them to go to Briefing Room One))

((Ok))


"Either we're both in trouble or we just got our wish." Clint said as his phone beeped which signaled an incoming message. He fished his phone out from his pocket and read the caller ID "It's Nat she wants us in briefing room one." He said as he put his phone back into his pocket "It's not crazy Harps believe it or not I do get sick of sniping things, let's hope that this mission is a bit more interesting than our last ones." He said

Harper couldnt help but smile at the similar buzz she felt in her pocket. "Well lets get going then," she hopped off of the counter from which she perched, landing silently on the pads of her feet. She took one last glance at the DNA spinner which still sat whirring, the almost undectable slosh of blood whispering sweet words to her. She had to tear her gaze away, her truths would have to be uncovered another day. She turned back to Clint, pulling her fingerless black gloves back over her hands. "Well, I'm already ready to go I suppose. Shall we walk together?" she smiled moving towards the door, pausing only briefly next to him, her hand brushing his for the shortest of seconds as she whispered, "I'm glad you understand."

((Shall we head over?))

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