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Along Came a Spider ...

Were Han another kind of man, he might be concerned that "the plaza" is not all that specific of a meet up point. The thing is, he has all types of rendezvous with people where he comes from that are planned only in light details. Sometimes on even less than what he and Nat agreed upon yesterday. At least he got a time in this case.

One of the few instances where the Captain puts faith in something beyond himself ... when two people are meant to find each other, they do. And when they aren't meant to, they won't. A lot of bitter pills of all kinds were swallowed in learning that particular lesson, but it's one he knows to be true.

She said she would be there. With the strange qualifier that she might be busy needing to 'save the world'. Something he didn't really know how to interpret truth be told - a joke maybe? Hard to tell when nearly all the things she says comes in that difficult to discern tone. Even then, she said she would find him later.

That makes him generally more optimistic that he'll see her here, then not.

Han is trying to look casual, while leaning on the outside of one of the shops in the plaza. His eyes weaving though the crowd looking for that person he found drifting in and out of his thoughts ... like wisps of smoke since he met her.

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It dawned on Han that, probably, if she didn't the attention that the skin tight number was going to get her ... she would have brought a change of clothes. Or stopped at her apartment on the way. It's why he doesn't feel all that bad about checking her out.

"Does it bother me?" He says out loud. You can practically see the thoughts tumbling around in his head while he thinks about the question. Funny that someone who is a stone face at the card table can be so expressive otherwise.

"I think on some level if you're a decent guy, it's always that way." He says after a moment. "We can flirt and suggest all we want, but ..." His voice trails off. The rest doesn't need to be said. Trying to force yourself on anyone is just wrong.

And possibly suicidal if you try it on someone like Ms. Romanov.

Anyway Solo takes a second to decide in his mind what is socially appropriate distance to sit from Nat on the couch given how long they've know each other. And then sits a little bit closer than that. Because Scoundrel.

"I admire your strength."

"I think we both know it's a little different when it comes to me." Especially given her penchant to never say precisely what's on her mind. They could be making out somewhere or in an entirely altogether different state of connection somewhere more private, and Han still wouldn't have any idea where he stands with Natasha.

"And I..." She draws the word out, giving the captain a once over from head to toe at his distance apart from her when she has everything removed from its packaging, "admire your guts. Here's the phone. Are you going to bother reading any of the manuals if I give them to you?"

How much he'll get let in by her will almost exclusively be based on how much she decides to let him in. Good as he is at trying to get a read on people, it seems nigh impossible to see past her facade.

His ace in the hole is Chris. It's possible that if he feels like he needs to know something important about her, he could find out from him, but that's an option he's very cautious about using. He could stand to make people he cares about hurt or angry at him if he missteps there.

"Not anytime soon." He admits. "I actually do tend to read manuals for things on long trips, but since I'm not likely to go on one of those anytime soon ... I figure I'll mostly have this phone thing sorted before that point."

Not to mention plenty of people around him who are experts to call upon for guidance.

"Tell me something." He says as his eyes narrow in thought. "But be as sparse in detail as possible. Are you impressed with my guts because of what's going on right now or because of something that I might do someday?"

"Fair enough, and still better than most men I've ever met." Natasha smirks and tucks the manuals back into the box rather than tossing them away with the rest of the packaging. He's free to read those on a quiet rainy night or somesuch at his leisure.

The question he poses next makes Natasha pause. She gives him a long, scrutinizing look, before shaking her head.

"There would be no point in admiring your guts for something you've never done. This You may never do the things people have heard in stories. You should only be judged by what you choose to do in the here and now, not what some version of you may or may not have done."

It's something she's given a lot of thought since meeting an alternate version of her most trusted friend and learning how different he is. She can't assume Han will ever make his fateful trip across the galaxy, helping drive back the Empire. Not if he's here.

Even if he wasn't. Alternate realities are a bitch.

"I admire your guts for not being afraid of me." She clarifies slowly, her eyes narrowed in kind.

"I agree with you." He says with a shrug.

That said, people are doing it anyway. And he knows it because people who have never been to his galaxy recognize his ship and look at it with awe. Or they come up with a certain respect that he doesn't get at home where he actually deserves the recognition.

Those are just the subtle ways. That doesn't include when people smack into his fourth wall entirely.

"I'm wary of you." He says after shaking multiverse concerns out of his head. And he's sure that it's a matter of time before he goes too far and he will end up with bruises to show for it, but ...

"I'm not afraid though."

"It can be hard to reconcile what people think they know about you. I understand. Like it or not, to people like the kid I'm housing, we're both household names. You even moreso than me. It's part of the reason I'm being more upfront about who and what I am. Everyone from a huge chunk of worlds already knows. Thinks they do, anyway."

She shakes her head. It's frustrating, but the confusion offers her a different kind of concealment if she tries hard enough to work the angles.

"You should be. Widows bite, after all." He has no idea. "That's why I like your guts. Not many people say that about me."

"I don't think you want me to be afraid." He says point blank. Nothing that he's observed tells him that, but ... Han was blessed with a good sense of intuition. He tends to know when things are about to go wrong. Sees things that other people should be more likely to notice than him.

"And even if you do." He says with a slight wave of his hand. "I know you're hoping I'm not like other men."

"What I want and reality don't tend to mix very often." Natasha points out. She can't control how other people feel, much as she might like to on occasion. She can influence, manipulate. But control? No. That requires powers Natasha does not have nor want.

She's been on the receiving end. She's not a fan.

"I'm hoping you're as interesting as you make yourself out to be."

"Let's cheat then, Natasha." That voice of his can get so deep, but there's a richness in it, sometimes a softeness too. "We'll make up our own rules."

Maybe he got a little to assertive there, but he doesn't take back anything he says. He's pretty sure that she doesn't want everyone to be afraid of her. Who in their right mind would? And he's pretty sure he's not like most men. In an interesting way.

So far she doesn't seem especially bored with him. So far, they've been making excuses to spend more time together than not over the last two days. He should be somewhat confident.

Don't back down, Solo, but ... it's probably time to be careful how much you push.

He picks himself up from the couch and adjusts himself so that he can lean in - elbows to the knees - to see what he might learn about this phone, without completely being in her personal space. Just ... a little bit. He glances over into the box she's still got.

"So it looks like there's a battery that goes in there and a charger." He might have to set himself with a small generator so he has something to plug those two and three pronged devices into, but he can figure that out without her.

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That's a honey coated voice that Natasha is sure has won over many a woman into the Captain's quarters for the night. It may not have that effect on her, but it doesn't mean she can't enjoy it for what it is. Her lips quirk upwards ever so slightly, and she angles her head so she's looking at Han through her eyelashes with a half lidded gaze. She can play this game. It's a fun game to play. A game of chess, with every move and glance and breath calculated.

Her smile isn't as genuine as it had been for that brief moment in the diner, but it's still there. Persistent and amused.

"Yeah. Don't mess with the battery if you can help it, just leave it in there. Opening the case is just inviting crud to get in. This cord has an adapter on one end that plugs into a wall socket, or into a computer or charge station by pulling out the USB plug from the adapter."

She points to each object as it gets named, so that Han can follow along with her explanation easier.

"Depending on the model, it takes a few hours to charge fully. It's pretty common for people to just plug their phones in when they go to sleep at night."

There's a couple of things that she doesn't have right in her thought process. Firstly, there is no Captain's quarters, there's a cabin that's the size of a spacious walk in closet which he shares with Chewbacca, with a few other empty bunks pushed against each wall.

Secondly, for a number of different reasons, his sexual conquests rarely happen in the Falcon. Generally, the woman in question would need to be awfully special to him to make the exception.

Thirdly, he ain't playing a game with her. His actions might have him falling on his face with her, but they're real to him. He'd love to get through that tough shell of hers, so he could be a little more of himself around her too.

As it is, he doesn't know her reactions have that ... hollowness to them, because she's better at lying with her actions than he is at seeing through them. Something tells him he mistepped somewhere, though. He can feel it. But he can't read her thoughts and he can't control her actions either.

~~Jesus Nat, this guy with a computer?! Not anytime soon~~

"That seems straight forward enough." He says pursing his lips in thought. "Is it charged enough for us to turn it on now?"

It doesn't occur to Natasha that Han's words are genuine because who would be such around someone like her? He's like she is, a mystery wrapped in an enigma of lies. Made to manipulate and to swindle. He doesn't have the earnest obliviousness that the men she's let close to her have had in the past, which isn't a bad thing necessarily.

But it also means she doesn't realize it's not a game. Perhaps it's Natasha who missteps. When he doesn't call her out or step up his game, Natasha watches him for several long seconds before she nods and returns to the task at hand.

"Yeah. This button here is the master power button. You don't generally need to turn it on and off, they'll go into a standby mode automatically if left alone for a specified period of time. But if it dies or locks up and you need to reboot, here's where you do it."

They are very much alike. If they can get out of their own way, who knows, they may just figure that out. As it is, he likes her too much to potentially double down on ... whatever he did. He'd rather fold and hope he gets to make a good play on another hand.

You can't just meet another girl like this one at a bar somewhere. She's a pure sabacc.

"Turn it off and turn it on." He says with a nod. "That's easy to remember, it's usually where you need to start to try and fix anything."

"Sure is. Technology, people."

Natasha shrugs and gives the phone to Han to allow him to start getting a feel for the device. Walking him through the various menus is pretty self explanatory. Most importantly the contacts, where she puts her own number in for him.

The names make the phone pretty user friendly in terms of 'what is this, what does it do', though she takes care to explain things like wifi to Han as succinctly as possible.

"...Any questions?"

Yep. Technology, machines, vehicles ... wait? People? Is she flirting with him? He almost drops the phone because he got caught up looking for a confirmation in her eyes that he doesn't actually expect to find.

Whoops.

Anyway, Han is a patient listener and generally he picks up things very well if he has even a little bit of aptitude in the matter at hand. He's not ever going to be a gadget expert, but he understands a lot of tech, so ... the phone isn't so bad. Wifi and the idea of the internet is a little bit confusing. That he'll probably need to go over a few times, either with her or one of his 'little brothers', but those concepts are into more ancillary uses of the phone anyhow.

"No." He says, shaking his head. Solo wasn't shy about stopping her to ask for clarification when he needed to either. "I think I've got most of it."

Han goes into the contact list. Not a lot of scrolling to do because so far, it's just the one, and starts trying to text for the first time.

[Do you still want to shoot some stuff?]

He's a quick study and really a lot of this stuff is pretty basic. Once they can get over the jargon barrier Han will be connected like all the hip modern kids in no time. Plus his 'little brothers' are experts of the devices.

Especially Chris. Who has never not had his phone on him since the day he got it. Not once.

Natasha pulls out her own phone, a sleek black rectangle with a small red line accenting it and taps at the screen. Smiles. And then laughs.

"Sure, tiger. Follow me." This time Natasha doesn't just up and walk away, expecting Han to follow after. She waits and falls into step beside him, guiding the pilot out of the populated places in the Nexus. Through one of the trails in the parks on the edge of the Wilds and finally to an isolated spot with a small wooden shelter erected at one end of a clearing. On the other side several targets pockmarked with bullet holes and burns from other firearms stand. There's a little shelf with rolls of paper targets that can be placed overtop if people really want to compete over who's the better shot.

"I'm down here at least once a week with the kid." Natasha comments with a fond smile. She loves this place. The smell of it, the look.

This is interesting, he thinks, as he puts the phone in one of his pockets and makes sure nothing like the box gets left behind. She's letting him walk with her. Not that he minds the view from behind at all, but it certainly has a way of making you feel more like an equal when you're stride for stride with someone. Or that you're being taken a little more seriously, perhaps.

Regardless, he likes the fact they're getting out to somewhere more private. He knows he's not likely to ever open up too much to someone while he's in a public place and he suspects she's the same way.

"This looks like something you've set up yourself." Han says, regarding the set-up. Which probably makes it somewhat personal to her. The smile confirms a fondness even if she didn't take the time to construct it.

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"May as well be, with how often I'm here." Natasha pulls a couple of the papers out of the roll and grabs the roll of duct tape tucked nearby to go hike down range and set up some targets for them to shoot at.

She likes being here when no one else is.

For one, she doesn't have to worry about all that precaution and safety crap. It's important for a civilian but it really gets in her way. Nothing about a gun is safe. It's lethal. Dangerous. No matter how it tries to fit in to polite society.

Natasha understands the gun.

"These far enough back for you?!" She calls from down range, waving Han's way.

You can't blame her for respecting the firearms. Something about the earth ones, though, ... with the bullets that rip and tear through flesh remind him of the more ugly weapons of his galaxy. A blaster death seems kinder. At least to Han anyway.

"Looks good to me." He says cupping his hands around his mouth and trying to project his voice far enough that she'll hear him.

It looks like a good medium distance. His favored weapon is only accurate to about a 150 yards or so before another weapon becomes better suited for the job.

Natasha would argue she isn't kind, either, but she has a rather harsh view of herself. Possibly because she knows what she's done. What she's seen.

She jogs back uprange at an easy pace, already pulling two pistols out and checking them over. Chris did a good job at cleaning them yesterday, but she likes to double check everyone's work unless it's her own. Even though she was just firing them three hours ago. Habit.

"I'll take the left then." She says easily, a confident smile on place.

"That makes me right." He says with a playful smile drifting over his lips. Only a tiny portion of that smile comes of his dumb joke, of course. Most of it is because he's getting to do something he loves with a very attractive woman whom he's awfully fond of.

Han adopts his stance. It's loose and seems almost carefree. It's easy to be that way at a shooting range, nothing is going to fire back at you after all, but you can help to get the feeling it wouldn't change him all that much if this was a firefight.

Rather than raise his blaster to shoot for accuracy, Han decides to shoot for speed. The movement of his hand is fast and precise - you can tell he's practiced his draw often because there's not a lot of wasted movement in it.

Raising only to the hip, he fires at the target. Four shots. The all group somewhere in the middle of the target. Not quite dead center, but not outer ring either.

Natasha is watching him carefully, even though it looks as though she's going over her own weapons. She watches every movement, every nuance to his stance.

Solo has seen combat, but isn't a fighter by nature. He favors the element of surprise to raw power or accuracy. She wonders briefly if he's as quick at running as he is at drawing his blaster.

His tactics are for intimidation factor as much as they are for speed. He carries himself with a confidence that no one will get the drop on him. It's an interesting technique. When he finishes Natasha clicks off the safety on her pistols.

She stares downrange with her hands at her sides for a good moment, taking in everything. Both hands snap up to the table and grab her guns simultaneously. Up to shoulder height. Her gaze flits between the two guns' sights as she unloads the entire clip pf each into her target.

Nothing about her stance is locked, her posture left fluid in case she needs to fire while on the move. Natasha's are headshots, though if Barton were here she's certain he'd have an infuriatingly small cluster compared to hers, it's pretty impressive all the same.

Most of Han's military experience was as a pilot. He's got basic training done at the academy like everyone did, but he didn't rely on those skills all that much. Even now, in the firefights and drunken brawls he approaches it more like the hooligan he was raised to be than as a soldier.

He's brash and cocky. Larger than life. Rarely afraid and not likely to show it when he is. More than anything, it's the unpredictability that he leans on to be his advantage in battles - the ones in the stars and the ones taking place on the ground.

Conversely, Natasha moves suggest that she is both well trained and completely fluid in her movements. She has a liquid grace about her and to be honest, the Captain finds watching her sort of hypnotic. He spends the whole time just taking it in.

When he finally glances down the field at that cluster of bullet holes in her target, it's clear to him that her accuracy is a deadly one. His admiration comes in the form of a long, shrill whistle.

"Wow." He says simply. "You've got quite an accurate shot."

"It's easier when the targets don't move." Natasha admits, but there's a trace of a smile on her face all the same. The pistols have both been placed on the table again, as she pulls a box of ammunition out to reload her gun. Since there's no hurry, she takes her time with the action.

Breathes in the smell of gunpowder and thinks faintly on whether or not she should feel disgusted at herself for relishing in its bouquet. Decides she doesn't really care, either.

"Though, if we're comparing styles, I'd say mine is closer to yours than to the guy I'm usually working with."

"Think so?" He murmurs, watching her reload the weapons. "Gotta admit I like the idea we could be comparable."

That's Han's attempt to sneak in a subtle flirt. In a lot of respects he feels outclassed by her, though. He's ... trying to shake off that feeling. To lack confidence is one thing, even Han feels that sometimes, but he doesn't have to show it.

"I could watch you move for hours."

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