"Carry one anyway," she suggested, holding out a very nice Sig, complete with belt clip and a shoulder rig, if that might be more comfortable. "All of my guns are chipped so I'll be able to locate it if you do drop it." This one was matte black, sleek, and very powerful. "It's modified to seventy-five caliber - a human couldn't fire it." Green eyes twinkled as the corner of her mouth quirked. "Somehow I don't think you'll have much of a problem."

Just...mind the tire-size hole the thing leaves in whatever it's fired at, Barnes.

Done packing her weapons, Natasha closed the armory and went to the refrigerator after placing that duffel near the other. This time she offered no comment as she packed a small collapsible cooler with cold plasma packets, adding blocks of coolant to keep them from spoiling. Sealing it, she carefully tucked it away in the bag with her clothing.

"Mind taking the artillery downstairs?"

All that was left was to turn out the lights, reset the security alarms, plural, and lock up.