[Natasha hasn't left Sokolov's side for long. He's vulnerable, she's guarding him. It's common sense, to her. Of course, this also means that she's stuck inside her 'apartment' all day and all night without even the bustle of the city outside her window to distract her.
So she takes a couple of hours each day. Just a couple of hours out of twenty four. Today, she's heading for the gym, still on her level, with her earpiece in and a call to Sokolov's communicator, a poor man's baby monitor.
A little quality time with a punching bag is just what she needs. She tightens the fingerless gloves on her hands, bounces on the balls of he feet a couple of times, and then begins beating the crap out of the bag of sand.]
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So she takes a couple of hours each day. Just a couple of hours out of twenty four. Today, she's heading for the gym, still on her level, with her earpiece in and a call to Sokolov's communicator, a poor man's baby monitor.
A little quality time with a punching bag is just what she needs. She tightens the fingerless gloves on her hands, bounces on the balls of he feet a couple of times, and then begins beating the crap out of the bag of sand.]