Trick-or-Treat Time!

[crazy4orcas]

In honor of All Hallow’s Eve, I’m inviting trick-or-treaters to my ‘door.’ Comment “trick-or-treat” to this post and…well, you know the drill. Treats can be anything that strikes my fancy (pics of fave actors or pairings, one sentence fics, graphics, a few words why I’m glad to have you on my flist, etc. etc.). The more “houses” to visit the more fun it’ll be, so go ahead, open your journal and help spread the fun!

Comments

[crazy4orcas.livejournal.com]

I'm going to be a little late with treats this year! Hopefully over the weekend. :)

[franztastisch]

Absolutely no problem. :) I've just found I have 7 still to write, including yours. :/

[crazy4orcas.livejournal.com]

Here's your treat -- and I'm sorry this is so late!

At first Natasha kept telling herself, and Barton, that the cover required it. Such a simple thing really, but the fact that she enjoyed it had initially unsettled her. Sure, she’d had experience with the process before. But those previous occasions had been rushed, had been part of intelligence gathering. They’d had no finesse or artistry and certainly no results like the ones she was getting now.

She and Barton been tasked with trailing a socialite and her entourage while on vacation. They were hoping to catch her passing off information from her gun-running father to one of his buyers. The newness of their partnership and the need for testing it in the field almost made up for the indignation of the simplicity of the mission.

Her irritation had faded the first night though. When they got back to their hotel room, she’d downloaded the photos she’d taken and was browsing through them while Barton was in the shower. Their cover as photojournalists for a travel magazine had required her to take dozens of pictures throughout the day. She’d quickly grown bored of snapping shots of their mark on the beach or on the various tours they’d followed her on. Natasha had turned some of her attention to getting pictures of the landscape, all as part of the cover of course.

But that first night, as she looked at her results, she realized she’d taken some really good photos. Over the next several days, she found she enjoyed the process; enjoyed finding the right angle, the right lighting, the right composition. And each evening when she was able to view her photographs on the larger computer screen, she liked her results even more.

The mission was a bust as far as evidence gathering was concerned, but Natasha had gained something she valued even more than a successful job. She’d found something she could enjoy for herself, something that was hers. In an uncharacteristic display of sentimentality, she kept a USB drive with her best photos from that trip and hoped to eventually add to it. And she’d never admit it, but her favorite shot was a candid she’d taken of Clint the last morning they were at the beach.

[franztastisch]

Aww thank you! I love the idea of Natasha-the-photographer! :D