5799/Sharpshooting Contest

Sharpshooting Contest
Date of Scene:	17 November 2018
Location:	Triskelion, New York City
Synopsis:	Summary needed
Cast of Characters:	Grant Ward, Captain America

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Grant Ward has posed:
Grant Ward it's late evening, and Grant usually waits for around 2 am to hit the Gym, but things have been hectic today and it's the first chance he's had to get his daily work out in. Light day today, so he is running the track, setting a smooth distance eating pace that wouldn't win him any marathons, but would definately let him finish one.

Captain America has posed:
On the opposite end of the spectrum, Steve's day has been consumed with paperwork. Not even Captain America escapes the doldrums of manila folders and looking over forms, though he wouldn't go about complaining. He's not one of the poor desk drones stuck in a chair all day. Regardless, it leaves him with some steam to blow off and there he is, striding into the gym. Long loose basketball shorts and a white t-shirt along with a water bottle and a phone he frowns down at complete his appearance. A glance up towards the treadmills and a half-distracted wave even as he's affixing an earbud into his ear canal.

"Looks like a good idea to me," he comments of the easy jog Grant keeps at. "Don't mind me, though, not here to distract you from the zone." He snags the machine one down from Grant and then begins pressing buttons. This interface he's familiar with, at least, even if Spotify's throwing him for a small loop. This is not the song list he asked for, pffft.

Grant Ward has posed:
Grant Ward nods to the Captain, he may not have Coulson hero worship... but come on how great of a job is it when you can use a tredmill next to Captain freaking America. "Distractions are part of the game." He says with a smile and then one can almost see a lightbulb go off over his head. "Actully, I wanna ask you something if you can spare a minute, sir." he doesn't break his stride and despite the sheen to his skin isn't breatheing hard enough to make talking difficult.

Captain America has posed:
The black rubber tracking beneath his feet begins to move and quiet beeps signal an increase in speed. From a walk to a brisker walk, into a lazy jog into something more concentrated -- a pace that too could carry him for miles and miles. Steve tucks the phone into the holder built into the machine and then begins playing with the incline. He glances over at Grant when he hears him speak, given that the one earbud is in the opposite ear and still silent of music.

"When are they not," he agrees with a small smile. His eyebrows lift at the request. "Sure, what do you need of me? I've got more than a handful of minutes here, assuming no one's going to interrupt."

Grant Ward has posed:
Grant Ward smiles a bit, "I was wondering if you'd be willing to judge a sort of game I've got going on with Natasha. We need a fair arbitrator and honestly I can't think of anyone more fair then yourself." He doesn't say it to stroke the man's ego, if the rumors are true Rogers doesn't even have an ego, it's just the honest truth.

Captain America has posed:
Steve's sneakered feet now take up a regular rhythm on the treadmill's surface, since he's comfortable in speed and incline. He seems to consider it for all of a second before looking back to Grant.

"I think you give me a little too much credit, but I can't say I'm not interested. What game is it? Against Natasha? Must be a solid challenge, whatever you're up to and going against her. She's difficult for me to go a round with at times." He grins easily. It's not a lie. The Widow is no slouch.

Grant Ward has posed:
Ward sets out the next bit in one breath because he wants to make sure that the Captain has a full grasp before he says any reply. "It's a snipeing contest. We will be using specially modified sniper rifles that are actully cameras to take pictures of certain targets. From start to finish we will have one month to get as many points as possible. But we need someone outside to judge the value of our targets and score them fairly." He says reaching for his water and really hoping he is not about to upset an NAtional Treasure"

Captain America has posed:
"Hmm." A noncommital sound from Steve as he gives his head a little back-and-forth tilt. By the small frown, he has concerns, but they're not overwhelming. "I'm certainly an outsider in this. Just pictures? It's an exercise and not a mission? The idea of using cameras shaped like rifles sounds like something right up Natasha's alley. I'm not surprised if she suggested they have that shape." He laughs lightly, no stress to his own breathing pattern. "I don't see a problem with it." The final judgment in this portion of the contest is leveled with a easy-going shrug. "I don't see any harm coming of it."

Grant Ward has posed:
"It was, actully." he admits, though he doesn't comment that the contest itself was his own idea. "No real bullets, just pictures and an exercize not a mission. A little competition is all." He smiles, obviously pleased at the Captain's agreement, adding with a smile "Just don't take it too personally if you find a picture or two of yourself in the stack. I'm sure Widow would consider you a high value target as well."

Captain America has posed:
The Captain snorts even as he's partially distracted with scrolling through his playlists. Finding the one he wants, he selects it but doesn't yet put in the other earbud. His feet pound on in that endless cadance.

"I'm not surprised. Natasha would want to see if she can outmaneuver me on the field -- flush me from hiding. I'll be sure to make myself a little more difficult to spot," he adds with a bright flash of a grin. Imagine -- just imagine the flak he could give Widow if he managed to remain //that// difficult to spot while out and about in the city.

Captain America has posed:
Grant Ward grins a bit and hold out his fist for Cap to bump with. "I do appreciate it sir, So if you want to preassign some targets that'd be great and then we'll bring you the photos of others as we go and you can score them?"

Captain America has posed:
Steve returns the knuckle-bump with care as not to bruise tendons over bone; he's long been careful in regards to his serum-boosted strength, nothing new there.

"Nothing keeps me from going through the files of SHIELD's Most Wanted and seeing if you can sniff out some leads there too. If you manage to apprehend one of them in the process, I'm sure Director Fury wouldn't have cause to complain. Sure -- you bring me the photos as you proceed and I'll tally-mark. Like I said, bonus points if you bring in a target along with a photograph, depending on whether or not they make the cut. I might be off-site for a few days coming up here, but just hold the photos if thats's the case. I'll score when I return." A nod and the Captain seems somewhat pleased with himself. This'll be an interesting endeavor!