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Ginger Singh	Ginger groans. The pain she is in is a type that she's not felt since before the accident. She has not been worked so hard in her life! Even busy days at the pizza joint weren't so exhausting. If she still had normal bones, they would be aching. Idly she gets out of bed and gets into her training gear. Her sidearm in its holster is put on and then, its down to the training area. Quietly she munches on some energy bars and sips a cup of coffee as she enters the training area. She made a little stop at the commisary on the way down because boy was she hungry. Quietly she finishes the energy bars and starts warming up.
Clint Barton	Hawkeye generally gets up early, as his days are generally filled with training and small ops, or down in R&D when he's not in the training rooms working on gear upgrades and fine tuning to his arrow tips. Downtime? Well, that depends on whats going on. But, as an Avenger and one of the higher level Agents, Clint really doesn't get too much of that. This morning, he's already in the training room before Ginger gets there. Its cardio and some fitness training, which means he's in sweatpants, shirtless, and his feet and hands are taped. On a bench to the side is a folded towel, water bottle and a shirt. At the moment, he's pounding away at a punching bag, switching between jabs, knees and kicks to move from close quarters to mid-range back and forth at a contant tempo. Chiseled, lean frame covered in a sheen of sweat to show he's been at this for a while.
Ginger Singh	As soon as Ginger is warmed up she gets up and starts a much more intensive training. Her fighting style, A modified form of kung fu that she's been working on. She's far from an expert. Still her movements are pretty good, Her stance is solid and her movements are alright. She's simply doing her best with the amount of training she's had. She's moving her body in ways that it simply shouldn't be able to move but she doesn't look to be in pain at all. Its just a little painful to look at really. The man working out in the training room had not escaped her notice. She's still learning to pay close attention to everything but its kinda hard to miss a guy pummeling a punching bag. She notes how he is fighting and smiles, "Okay thats cool. Looks like a form of Mixed martial arts or something." She comments as she keeps moving herself doing a blend strikes and kicks.
Clint Barton	While he's used to people coming and going, Hawkeye knows she was there, but wasn't going to interrupt her if she wanted to do her own thing. Though when he's commented on, Clint finally draws back from the bag, panting a little bit at pushing his endurance limits, having been going for a while, but he grins. "Something like that." He moves to grab his towel, using it to dry the sweat off his face and hands, tossing it over a shoulder before he approaches her, offering a hand. "Your new around here, aren't you? I'm Clint Barton."
Ginger Singh	Ginger Singh smiles and stretches her arm over to Clint to shake hands. The rest of her just continues in that strange training kata. "Pleasure to meet you, Barton. I'm Ginger Singh. I only became an official Agent the other day. Trying to get adjusted to everything. And yeah, I'm an enhanced individual. I guess thats what you'd call me. She turns to face Clint and gives a smile. Her light brown complextion is starting to glisten a little. "I was sorta in an accident and wound up a little different." She smiles and just keeps going.
Clint Barton	After the shake, he does step back once to give her room to continue, so he doesn't truely interrupt. "May I ask what happened, what changed?" He could look it up, but sometimes its just easier to ask. "How are you liking it so far?"
Ginger Singh	Ginger Singh smiles, "Well, I was delivering a pizza to a party. This guy slapped my ass so I decked him one. He started calling me ugly names and degrading me, so I told him off. I guess I embarrassed him in front of his friends because he retaliated by cutting the brakes on my car. I left the party and was on my way back to the pizza place I worked at. Lost control and crashed into STAR Labs. The seatbelt broke and I got thrown through the windshield and then covered in a bunch of chemicals. My body took on the properties of those chemicals causing me to be extremely flexible and stretchy. Everything has changed." She smirks, "Considering my first night of being an Agent, I was in the middle of a fight between two gods and got hit by lightning, I'm having a field day with it!" She laughs
Clint Barton	"Flexible. Thats useful." Down boy. "Yeah, that... tends to happen, sometimes. Try being around when Thor is having a friendly argument. It gets rather interesting." Hawkeye chuckles. The Avengers have had their 'hangout' downtimes in the past. Good memories. "Its always something around here, never gets dull, thats for sure. And just in case you've heard rumors about me being a Zombie- thats old news and I'm uh.. cured, so don't worry."
Ginger Singh	Ginger Singh laughs. It breaks her concentration and her form for a moment. "So you got turned into a newt but you got better?" She laughs a little. Yes I am very flexable. To the degree that I am able to stretch my body out far further then my clothes allow. I need to get something that can stretch with me. Anyway, I was able to destroy a rocket with just my ability to stretch. That was fun." She nods, "Yeah I'm noticing. This place is always busy. Always crazy. I was shooting at the Greek god of Fear the other day. I'm not the best shot. Still learning."
Clint Barton	"Yeah. I kind of rampaged from medical to security, took a few Agents down along the way, my partner beat the hell out of me and was about to get blown up by the boss before I woke up. Something like that. Long story." Clint has watched the vids, so he knows what happened, even if his memory of it became extremely fuzzy of recounting what happened. Its weird. "I'll ask for forgiveness for most of the male population around here. Some may have .. comments." But he won't, because he's not an ass. He happens to have an old world respect for women. "If you want, I can help you train in marksmanship."
Ginger Singh	Ginger Singh laughs a little. "Sounds like a right big mess." She then shakes her head. "Oh don't worry. If guys have comments, I have no problem making them eat those comments. Even if it means fighting with them. I have a very good advantage in that regard. I've been shot and stuff since the accident. The bullets hit me but my body absorbs the impact and the wind up dropping to the floor." She laughs a little over that. A smile crosses her face, "OH! That would be great. Agent Carter was showing me a bit yesterday. My accuracy got a bit better but I am still lacking."
Clint Barton	"Remind me not to pick a fight with you." Hawk smirks a little. "Personally, I prefer bow and arrow. But, there are reasons my codename is Hawkeye." Clint grins a little. He can't help but be proud of who he is. His codename is rather well known as an Avenger, why he generally introduces himself by his real name. "But I would gather a guess, you prefer a gun? We can work with that." Its just not his preferred method.
Ginger Singh	Ginger Singh smirks, "Hey The three people who have really trained me so far are, May, Romanova, and Carter. I'm doomed to emulate them I guess." She snickers playfully. "I've never fired a bow before. I've fired a knock off Kolishnakov A few weeks back when Hydra decided they wanted to try to launch rockets at the Triskelion. It was my first op. Then there is my Sidearm which i've fired a bit now."
Clint Barton	Barton chuckles. "Romanova has been my partner for a long time, since before we joined SHIELD. You could learn a lot from her." Not to knock off the other Agents, but he's bias. "Well what would you want me to help you with? Trying a new weapon, the bow, or I can help you with your firearm."
Ginger Singh	Ginger Singh smiles, "Any help is good help. I was thinking a little about something. A means to use a gun but to avoid killing with it. Like shooting darts or something. Sorry just thinking out loud. I think it would be cool to be able to fire trackers, fire stuff that knocks people out... or even stuff that shuts down electronics?!" She blushes. "Sorry I just have crazy ideas sometimes." "Well, no matter what I do, I need to learn to actually take aim. My firearm would be the best for that for the moment. I think anyway."
Clint Barton	"They have an ICER. It stuns your target, immobilizing them temporarily. I think when you get more comfortable with the basics and grow as an Agent, in your abilities, you'll have more pull to work with R&D for more specialized gear. But basics are best, first." Hawkeye grins. "When you get to that point, I can give you a hand with ideas. I have different arrow tips for things like that."
Ginger Singh	Ginger Singh nods, "I just... I am unsure if I am capable of acutally taking a life. You know? Even when fighting the other day, I was shooting for the knees. I knew bullets weren't going to kill a god. Thats why I am worried. I guess I can just get creative right?" She smiles. Anyhoo. Lets do some shooting."
Clint Barton	"Taking a life isn't easy, and as soon as you do, it changes you. Some people never get used to it, but then it comes down to: Can you do what is necessary, when it comes to that? Sometimes, regretably, it is unavoidable. There are times, that if you hesitate and don't do what you have to- lives can be lost. Sometimes it can be avoided by other means." Clint pauses a moment. "Long story short: Avoiding it when you can is a good thing, but you have to be prepared that you may not be able to, at times." Glancing off at the shooting range, he nods. His gear is all back in his room, but he can grab a temporary if he needs to from the shooting range. Granted- he's still shirtless and in sweatpants. He at least grabs his shirt from the bench and puts it on- a fitted dark blue t-shirt. "Yeah."
Ginger Singh	Ginger nods and frowns. "I am not looking forward to that day. If I have to take a life... To cross someone off like that is just really creepy. All I can hop is that I am emotionally detached from it. If I am emotionally involved.... Gods I will be traumatized by it." She shutters. Quietly she steps over to her things. She grabs her ear protection and safety glasses. She also drinks down her coffee because she's still waking up a little. Then she starts moving toward the range. "Okay Lets see if I can get into position right." She gets into a proper stance. Maybe a little wider then normal. Quickly she draws her sidearm, Her Beretta 9mm. Safety is still on of course. She simply ejects the clip and checks to make sure its loaded then slams the clip back in before taking aim.
Clint Barton	Clint steps into the range with her, giving a small wave to other Agents he recognizes, but he takes a stance a couple of feet behind Ginger- he's training, after all. "Your stance is too wide. You need to relax into it; be familiar with the stance so you can snap to it easily. Make it second nature." Stepping closer, "Hold fire." He commands, aware that she has it set as live, nudging one of her feet from the outside with his toe. "Shift in." Once he's satisfied, he steps back. "Put it on safety, take a step back, then step forward and get into stance again."
Ginger Singh	Ginger Singh never took the gun off Safety so she holsters it quickly and does as he says. "I was told to widen my stance so I can withstand the recoil without the whole ripple effect going on." She moves and gets into the position that Clint told her too. She draws, Safety still on, and takes aim. "Like this?"
Clint Barton	"Everyone's a little different. Basic stance is shoulder width, but if you need something wider to be comfortable, thats fine. Just keep in mind what you can do that is comfortable, but easy to snap into to fire quickly. Want it as second nature so you don't even think about it." Clint explains, and has her change stances a few times until she's in something comfortable- then has her practice it a few times. "You want all your focus into your target and where your going to hit- no thought into the stance at all when its in real action." Once they get through a comfortable enough stance for her, he would work on basic aiming techniques.
Ginger Singh	Ginger Singh nods slowly, Her stance widens a little more. Its a blend of comfort and necessity. Once comfortable she takes a deep breath. Holstering her pistol, she steps back and moves forward, Stepping into her stance without much difficulty. "Okay I think I'm ready." She quickly draws her pistol and takes aim. One eye closes looking down the sights. Her finger resting on the trigger guard, not on the trigger. Safety is on.