I can SOOOOO see this happening. ;)
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"A carnival?" 47 asked incredulously when he and Diana arrived at their destination...a local carnival riddled with people. She smirked while plucking some of the cotton candy she had bought from a concession stand and plopped it into her mouth while staring up at the semi-annoyed hitman as they continued walking. She glanced at an attraction as they passed it and then looked up at him.

The autumn carnival in Chicago was a local event many attended each year, despite the cold weather and number of layers people were dressed up in.

"I figured it would be good for a change of pace," Diana answered honestly with a bemused smile. She wrapped her arm around his and batted her eyelashes coyly. 47 looked down at her with a raised eyebrow as she began dragging him towards a far off attraction with a smile.

Screaming voices filled his ears, yet he was able to filter them all out and focus on her.

They stopped in front a shooting game booth with BB guns and targets that were constantly moving, maybe fifty targets at most by the looks of it. 47 blinked at the attraction, seeing people miss the targets more often than hitting them to his annoyance. He looked down at his handler with a higher arched eyebrow this time.

"I was also hoping you could show off for me," Diana smiled innocently. 47 glanced at the stall, and then back at her before smirking confidently.

"Fine," he rolled his eyes and heaved out a breath half-heartedly as he made his way to the shooting booth and handed the attendant a ten as he picked up a BB gun.

Diana smiled and followed after him, stopping when she stood next to 47 as he put the stock of the toy gun to his shoulder.

"Ready…?" the attendant asked with a grin, holding his arm up in the air before waving it down. "GO!" His hand hit the two minute timer and the clock began counting down.

Right off the bat, 47 was picking off the moving ducks with the BB gun. Every shot he took hit its target dead center. Diana saw the attendant's impressed face and smirked up at the hitman.

As his rapid firing continued, other players at the stall paused to see 47 continue to shoot down the targets as if it were as easy as breathing. The timer counted down the last seconds to zero and then began buzzing. "Time!" the attendant called as he pressed the button to pause the timer.

47 slowly lowered the BB gun as the crowd that had gathered behind them cheered loudly. He looked down at Diana with a smug look on his face; she was grinning and laughing while clapping her hands together.

"Which prize would you like, sir?" the attendant asked, placing both hands on the counter with an eager smile on his face.

"Diana, you pick," 47 nodded his head towards the shelf of prizes above the targets. She looked up at him with a smile and then pointed towards one plush on the far left side of the shelf.

"Can I have that one?" she asked.

"Of course!" the attendant smiled and reached up towards the stuffed animal before handing it to her. "Good choice, Miss!"

"Thank you," Diana smiled warmly at the attendant and then showed the plush to 47. He looked down at the stuffed cat with offence, as if she were almost mocking him. "What do you think?" Her smile grew when she looked up and saw the distasteful look he was giving the stuffed animal.

"Really?" he gave a bothered sigh as he picked up the plush cat and stared at its grumpy face.

"I keep telling you that you're a lot like Grumpy Cat when you want to be!"