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twelve_not_fourteenIn a galaxy full of space fairing captains who know their ships, Han stands out among them for being obsessive. From the moment he first sat in the pilot seat, before he could even call the ship his own, he’s been studying it.
He remembers what parts he’s replaced over the last two years and when. And he’s got a fair idea of what’s running down on him, though even the best mechanics can’t foresee every breakdown before it happens … especially not on a ship as persnickety as the Falcon. Han knows which of the hidden panels in his ship screech when you remove them. He could even tell which pads on the walls have a crack on them or what square on the holochess board has a chip on it.
He knows his ship.
However, even for a man who knows his ship as well as Han does, it’s hard to pick out some things. In this case, the something in question is an … optic? Some sort of camera? It’s by chance that he even notices it at all, considering the thing is hardly bigger than the size of his thumbnail and tucked into a grove were some power lines are running. He just happened to catch it out of the corner of his eye while walking up the ramp ...
It makes him wonder when did it get there? Who would have placed it there? The location doesn’t suggest they want to find any of the secret compartments of his ship as much as see who is going in and out. Odd. Does he know anyone who would want to watch every single person who came aboard the Falcon and left? He can’t think of anybody who would.
Anyway, he takes the camera over with him to the small section of the ship that he’s allocated to be the lounge and takes out his phone. He shoots a picture of the small camera in his palm and sends it to the only person he can think of that would be able to offer him any thoughts at all on the subject; the spy who has captured much of his attention of late.
The text that accompanies the picture reads:
Do you know what this is?
He remembers what parts he’s replaced over the last two years and when. And he’s got a fair idea of what’s running down on him, though even the best mechanics can’t foresee every breakdown before it happens … especially not on a ship as persnickety as the Falcon. Han knows which of the hidden panels in his ship screech when you remove them. He could even tell which pads on the walls have a crack on them or what square on the holochess board has a chip on it.
He knows his ship.
However, even for a man who knows his ship as well as Han does, it’s hard to pick out some things. In this case, the something in question is an … optic? Some sort of camera? It’s by chance that he even notices it at all, considering the thing is hardly bigger than the size of his thumbnail and tucked into a grove were some power lines are running. He just happened to catch it out of the corner of his eye while walking up the ramp ...
It makes him wonder when did it get there? Who would have placed it there? The location doesn’t suggest they want to find any of the secret compartments of his ship as much as see who is going in and out. Odd. Does he know anyone who would want to watch every single person who came aboard the Falcon and left? He can’t think of anybody who would.
Anyway, he takes the camera over with him to the small section of the ship that he’s allocated to be the lounge and takes out his phone. He shoots a picture of the small camera in his palm and sends it to the only person he can think of that would be able to offer him any thoughts at all on the subject; the spy who has captured much of his attention of late.
The text that accompanies the picture reads:
Do you know what this is?
Sorry, Natasha seemed to go quiet on me the last couple of days.
Date: 2016-05-16 03:51 am (UTC)Which is why leaking all of her files a few years ago (as well as all the files on HYDRA and everything else in the SHIELD database) meant as much as it did. Giving up her secrets. Her secrecy. Her lies.
Sometimes, it felt like those were all she had.
And now...
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"You can't really take me for a joyride in either your ship or the speeder that's rusting away out back, so."
As always, no problem. We're just happy to see her now that she is.
Date: 2016-05-16 06:58 pm (UTC)Was that a proposition?
"You'll have to forgive me, Natasha." He says tilting his head to regard her more thoughtfully. "I'm not familiar with all of your earth customs yet, but I think you're implying your reward for winning this bet is something I would indulge you with anytime."
And gladly so. To the point where he'd consider losing on purpose.
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Date: 2016-05-17 03:19 am (UTC)Because she is.
Among many other things.
"Anyway, if I win? You come sparring with me." What she's saying is she wants Han between her legs. What she's also saying is that it's so she can throw him across the room with nothing but those thighs. There's padding. He'll be fine probably. She's an Avenger. It's how she flirts.
Probably.
Maybe?
It's hard to tell.
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Date: 2016-05-17 04:33 am (UTC)That's just hurtful, Nat. Stone cold, even.
"Alright." He says with a nod, holding out his hand so she can give him his phone back. "Oil and filter changed with a routine inspection for good measure?"
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Date: 2016-05-18 01:40 am (UTC)"Sounds good to me. You got yourself a wager, Solo."
Her smile has a spark to it that belies how amused she is by this turn of events.
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Date: 2016-05-18 06:02 pm (UTC)The last time he did any calisthenics was during his Navy days.Whatever it took to keep her around.Now, however, he seems to have signed himself up for a little homework. Perhaps this wasn't the great idea he thought it was.
"Guess I got some reading to do now." He says. "Unless you're gonna try to distract me on purpose to throw me off my game."