Jaybird and Itsy Bitsy

[unrecked]

The shot isn't for Natasha, but it comes close anyway. Jason figures, by the skill which Natasha fights, she'll be able to let it roll off her shoulders. Right? No biggie. Not when the head of the guy running for a good ol' Nat attack blows apart in every direction.

Carefully, Jason pulls the lever back and expels the shell, loading another one into place as he releases it. The stock goes back up on his shoulder, and he peers through the scope. After their buddy's noggin got minced, the rest of the guys aren't too keen on rushing out after Natasha into the open.

The branded crosshair swivels up and swallows a sneaker on the top level of the closest warehouse. Jason's shot splits the guy through the chest, and he flops over only to tumble and skid down the metal roof and off to the ground.

Another shell leaps out of the rifle, and a third bullet eases into place.

How many bad guys does it take to kill a spider? comes through Natasha's frequency in her ear. Another man lets loose a twisted yelp as the bullet flips him around and takes him out. More than this because they don't have bug spray.

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[unrecked]

"Hey!" he yips gently as she helps herself to his cooling shrimp. "Please. Mike's Hard is delicious, and if you don't think so, you can go to hell." Before she can get away with the catch, he pulls it off the end of her fork and drops it back down on the table in front of himself.

"Manners smanners. Don't be a prude," he says, swishing a hand at her in case she tries to sneak back in for another go at his shrimp. "This is a Southern boil. You're supposed to eat it with your fingers. That's the best part." Hot or not, Jason starts peeling the poor shell off the shrimp, combing it free of its legs and chunking the hull into the bucket at their feet. He grins.

"You can't enjoy the food if you don't enjoy the kill," he says, biting off half of it. HOT, hot hot hot. Lowkey blowing in his mouth.

[redrooms]

"A prude," she repeats, watching him struggle with his shrimp. She's never been called that before, but okay. Natasha picks up one of the shrimp, still with her fork, and sets it down on the table in front of her, waiting for it to cool down. "If you get third degree burns, I'm not taking you to the hospital."