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nexus_crossings2016-04-17 04:16 pm
makeachoice) wrote in nexus_crossings2016-04-17 04:16 pm
nerd alert
Since when was there an arcade in the Nexus? Has it always been there, or has Chris been simply ignorant of the video game haven's existence? The latter would be a shame seeing as how he's been suffering from video game withdrawals since his arrival. No matter at this moment, though. He can debate the when and how later. For now, or rather, for the past few hours, Chris has been indulging himself. As soon as his eyes fell on the large sign that proudly stated 'ARCADE', all of his other responsibilities of the day were pushed aside and forgotten.
Anyone who steps in will see him hunched over a game halfway down the middle aisle. The screen illuminates his face with a shade of blue, and the concentration he holds is evident in his expression. He almost appears to be in a trance in the way that his unblinking eyes trace across the screen. Occasionally, he'll lift a hand to prop up his glasses that have slid down the bridge of his nose. Aside from that, his fingers are busy with tapping buttons and wiggling the joystick. Finally, if the spectator hasn't grown tired of watching him, the game plays a fanfare, and Chris is straightening himself and beaming. "Hell yeah!"
Oh, right, the outside world exists, and he apparently has an audience. No matter who is hovering nearby, Chris will greet them with a smile and a raised brow before issuing a challenge. "Think you can beat my high score?"
Anyone who steps in will see him hunched over a game halfway down the middle aisle. The screen illuminates his face with a shade of blue, and the concentration he holds is evident in his expression. He almost appears to be in a trance in the way that his unblinking eyes trace across the screen. Occasionally, he'll lift a hand to prop up his glasses that have slid down the bridge of his nose. Aside from that, his fingers are busy with tapping buttons and wiggling the joystick. Finally, if the spectator hasn't grown tired of watching him, the game plays a fanfare, and Chris is straightening himself and beaming. "Hell yeah!"
Oh, right, the outside world exists, and he apparently has an audience. No matter who is hovering nearby, Chris will greet them with a smile and a raised brow before issuing a challenge. "Think you can beat my high score?"
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There's a flash of sheepishness that's ultimately taken over by a look of triumph. He wasn't actually expecting her to resign to playing, but he's definitely glad that she did.
"Oh, you'll see why this is more important."
A token is slipped into the slot, and the game flashes before urging the redhead to pick a character.
"Bask in the glory that is Street Fighter, Nat."
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Is this the expansion that has Vega? It better be. Claw is where it's at. Natasha gives the console a glare that would melt Siberia and turns her attention to the screen. It's been a long time since she's touched one of these things.
Ironically, the last time she saw this game it was with Barton.
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"Seriously?" A smile tugs at the corner of his mouth. Hell yeah he'll get more tokens and a pack of gum. "You're a woman after my own heart," he jokes.
This is Street Fighter II, so Nat can bet her bottom dollar that has Vega. Go forth and kick ass.
Chris ducks out to nab a handful of tokens and search for the needed gum. She seems like the type to chew on something cinnamon flavored, but since this is an arcade, she's going to have to deal with double bubble. To Chris, that's perfect. It's part of the ambience.
He returns quickly to hover over her shoulder. She's definitely doing something right because Chris whistles with a raised brow. "Look at you."
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This game is going to rue the day Black Widow discovered its existence.
Sending Chris away also has the added benefit of him not being there to see her struggle to learn the ropes for her first few matches. There may or may not have been some very creative swearing in Russian before Natasha found something of a footing.
"Look at me what." Is her reply, not looking at Chris until the match is over. Take that Sumo Guy. The gum is plucked from Chris's fingers immediately, a small cube popped into her mouth. Good. Now she's less likely to grind her teeth when she gets frustrated. "Punching an obese man out shouldn't be something to cheer over."
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"Hey, Honda is a tank, and you should be proud of taking him down." Winning your first match is a big deal, okay.
"Oh! Next round is starting. Looks like you're fighting Blanka."
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She spares a glance Chris's way while the match loads, and she legitimately looks like she's interested in their newest bonding activity. He'd taken to training, gun care, and shooting with minimal complaint. The least she can do is learn how to have fun with him once in a while in return. Chris is a good kid. One she wants to look out for.
"Could I play you later even?"
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He will open up a whole world of gaming to Nat if it actually intrigues her enough. And wouldn't that just be awesome? They get back all sweaty and tired from her spartan training, and what next? Mario Kart. Is there a better way to unwind? He doesn't think so.
His smile widens into a full blown grin at the question. "Hell yeah you can!"
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She likes throws. As soon as she figures them out, she likes them a lot.
"Good. The whole arcade doesn't need to know I'm just figuring this out..." She says that but she's pretty good. Good reflexes on this one.
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"Your secret is safe with me." Even though she could definitely fend for herself with those natural skills. Nobody would even suspect her of being a novice. "You're teaching me to kick ass in real life, so I'll teach you to kiss in the video game world."
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"I mean, this is something Barton plays, and you're at least half a generation younger than he is.'
just noticing that typo now like wow @ me
"It doesn't have HD graphics or a riveting plot, but it's timeless, you know? Anyone can enjoy it, I think."
Wingman Chris working in sublimal messages
A story for another day.
"You're not a hipster are you?" She teases, but is kind enough to make that evident in her voice instead of the same monotone that she says most everything else in. "Do you play newer games, too or just the classics?"
AAAAY
"How could you say that to me?"
He chokes out a dramatic sob, wiping away at a non existent tear before cracking a smile that crumbles the charade that was shoddily strung together.
"New and the classics. Best of both worlds, Nat."
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"You really need to work on your lying skills." He gets bumped lightly by her hip before she starts her next match. She falls silent for the match, the only sound being the occasional bubble she blows in her gum and the tappatapptap of her fingers on the buttons.
"This guy doesn't specialize in throws does he." She purses her lips. Another victory though this one not so easily won. "I think I'd do better with someone who was."