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Tattoo

Toni waited for the apples to be thrown up, then shot them with her repulsors before they hit the ground. Clint walked into the range behind her. "There are easier ways to make applesauce, you know."

She laughed. "No, this is target practice." She turned back around and shot another apple out of the air, ponytail moving and revealing ink on her skin.

"I didn't know you had a tattoo!" Clint exclaimed.

Toni shrugged. "I rarely wear tank tops, and when I do it's in the lab, so my shoulder blades are covered." Another apple became applesauce.

"What's it say? It's in Latin."

"Perceptive, bird brain." Heavy sarcasm was present in her tone. "It's 'tempus neminem manet'. It translates to 'time waits for on one'." She lowered her gauntlets. "J, can you tell Butterfingers to clean this up?"

"Right away, ma'am."

Toni let her hair out of her ponytail and walked away from Clint. "This interrogation's over, Legolas," she threw over her shoulder.

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Song for this story

- Dust In The Wind by Kansas