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[carriesashield.livejournal.com]

[Beating the crap out of punchingbag.]

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[fbitchesgtmoney.livejournal.com]

Good to see that the new bag's holding up.

[carriesashield.livejournal.com]

[After the whole unfortunate incident where he punched the old bag across the room, they'd reinforced the bag and the chain in an attempt to avoid any repeat incidents. Of course, Steve seemed bound and determined to pour all his frustrations into the punching bag. Judging by the sweat dotting his brow and the way he was breathing heavily, the super solider had been at it for a while when Tony's voice broke through the reverie he'd fallen into.]

I'm sorry, what? [He hadn't meant to sound so curt but it was kind of hard not to sound anything but forceful when you were out of breath.]

[fbitchesgtmoney.livejournal.com]

The bag.

The bag. When the old one...fell down, I set us up with a new one.

[gimmeascotch.livejournal.com]

[So maybe he should have checked with JARVIS to see if there was anyone in the gym before he wandered in, but Tony keeps forgetting about the whole 'living with other people' thing so of course it's Steve that's in there and-

Well, Tony now knows not to tempt Fate too much if he doesn't have his suit on. Damn.

The brunet stops and... well doesn't exactly stare but he is looking at Steve with one eyebrow up.]

You know I can make one that fights back, if you want.

[Wait...why was he alerting the other to his presence? Why did he- Sometimes Tony wondered what happened to his brain to mouth filter, especially around certain blond haired soldiers that he liked to argue with.]

[carriesashield.livejournal.com]

[Whatever demons Steve had been apparently trying to get out of his system by pummeling the punching bag had apparently worked to a degree. Practically hugging the bag as he attempted to catch his breath, the tired super soldier glanced over at Tony with a calmer look in his eyes than had been there an hour ago when he'd sought refuge in the gym.]

Pretty sure that's what our enemies are for. [He pointed out, tugging the boxing gloves off his fists so he could grab up a towel from the bench nearby.] Did you want to get a few licks in on the bag? [A silly question to ask since there were four others Tony could have used but Steve was nothing if not solicitous.]

[gimmeascotch.livejournal.com]

[The genius has to admit that there was something stupidly attractive about the blond, even with their less than stellar track record. He was all muscle and power and weird 1940's manners that confused the hell out of Tony and had him running his mouth more often than not. He was also somewhat intimidating when he was angry, so Tony was just a little pleased that the blond seemed to have calmed down.

Darting his gaze between Steve and the punching bag, Tony snorted.]

Good to see you view them as inanimate objects upon which to take out your anger, Rogers. Have to admit, didn't see that coming. [Tony hovers for a moment longer before actually walking into the gym. He shakes his head.] I feel like I would be insulting the punching bag if I tried anything on it now.

[shieldassist.livejournal.com]

[Natasha stays well out of the way, the soft click of sensible heels carrying her just outside of arm's reach at Steve's shoulder.

Well. Outside of Captain America's reach.]

I think the bag is losing.

[carriesashield.livejournal.com]

[With one final combo of punches that would have floored a lesser man, Steve stepped back from the bag and stopped its swaying with his gloved hands.]

The bag can't put up that much of a fight. [He disagreed, chest rising and falling rapidly as he sought to catch his breath. The blond man glanced over at Natasha briefly before it fell away. In many ways, she reminded him of Peggy. It was that same vein of deadly confidence and competence that could bring a man to their knees for daring to so much as breathe on them. Sufficing to say, the Black Widow made Cap somewhat nervous. The fact that she was one of Fury's S.H.I.E.L.D. agents didn't even begin to scratch the surface of his wariness around the beautiful woman.]

Was there something you needed, Agent Romanoff? [Nervous though he may be around her, Steve was ever a paragon of good manners and politeness to ladies.]

[shieldassist.livejournal.com]

[She eyes the still-trembling bag and lets her hands drop from where they had been loosely linked behind her back. Palms are spread outward in a not particularly gesture. She doesn't always come bearing bad news. Not always.]

Perhaps you'd like a partner?

[She is well aware of Steve's dossier, his abilities. But she's also aware that reading about a man and fighting him teach two very different lessons. One will keep you alive.

Natasha likes Steve; she likes his manners... He's naive in the best way, moralistic without being pitiable. Even if the idea of "Captain America" amuses her-- it seems to fit him. ]

[techygoddess.livejournal.com]

[Watches silently a moment then goes over making sure Steve knows she's there before getting too close.]

Want to talk about it Steven? [Yeah she'll fall back to using full names like Thor does.]

[carriesashield.livejournal.com]

[The sight of a child being inside being inside the S.H.I.E.L.D. gymnasium more than the use of his full name was what had the blond man freezing in his tracks. He caught the bag between his gloved hands to still it and studied Skuld with a mixture of suspicion and curiosity.]

I'm sorry, do I know you?

[techygoddess.livejournal.com]

[oh the curseded C word! though she'll behave.]

I don't think we officially met Captain. You could say I'm like Thor, well from his home at least. Just... Not his people. And no threat, don't bother asking about me, they won't see me on the monitors. Probably have about five minutes before my 'babysitter' realizes what I've done and starts searching.

[daredevilawyer.livejournal.com]

[Now there's a familiar sound. Matt can't help a fond smile, listening to the bag being socked again and again. He could listen to that all day, it reminded him of happier times with his dad working the bag, training before an upcoming fight.]

[carriesashield.livejournal.com]

[And Steve was definitely giving the bag a work out. He wasn't a violent man by nature but sometimes, even he had to give into the urge to punch the ever living crap out of something. And better the reinforced boxing bag than a real live person. Training helped center him, helped grant him some semblance of control over the crazy whirlwind that had become his life as of late.]

[Dragging air in raggedly, the troubled man's pounding of the bag slowly stilled when he became aware that he wasn't the only one in the gym. Steve sent a suspicious look Matt's way but the red haired man didn't look like one of Fury's agents.] Was there something you needed, sir?

[daredevilawyer.livejournal.com]

[The labored breathing, his heart rate, the way he was punching the bag....Matt could tell there were frustrations being worked out.

His question breaks his reverie and Matt gives him a friendly smile.] Hi. Sorry, I got all nostalgic there for a moment. My father was a boxer. [He has enough of a New York accent to be noticeable, being born and raised in Hell's Kitchen. He's already pegged Steve's as being from Brooklyn.]

I was passing by, the punching sounds got my attention. [It's probably apparent from the way his eyes don't follow as he addresses Steve that he's blind. He has his stick collapsed at the moment in one hand, his briefcase in the other.] I get the feeling I'm interrupting though. Would you know where to find Director Fury's office?

[fbitchesgtmoney.livejournal.com]

Good to see that the new bag's holding up.

[carriesashield.livejournal.com]

[After the whole unfortunate incident where he punched the old bag across the room, they'd reinforced the bag and the chain in an attempt to avoid any repeat incidents. Of course, Steve seemed bound and determined to pour all his frustrations into the punching bag. Judging by the sweat dotting his brow and the way he was breathing heavily, the super solider had been at it for a while when Tony's voice broke through the reverie he'd fallen into.]

I'm sorry, what? [He hadn't meant to sound so curt but it was kind of hard not to sound anything but forceful when you were out of breath.]

[gimmeascotch.livejournal.com]

[So maybe he should have checked with JARVIS to see if there was anyone in the gym before he wandered in, but Tony keeps forgetting about the whole 'living with other people' thing so of course it's Steve that's in there and-

Well, Tony now knows not to tempt Fate too much if he doesn't have his suit on. Damn.

The brunet stops and... well doesn't exactly stare but he is looking at Steve with one eyebrow up.]

You know I can make one that fights back, if you want.

[Wait...why was he alerting the other to his presence? Why did he- Sometimes Tony wondered what happened to his brain to mouth filter, especially around certain blond haired soldiers that he liked to argue with.]

[carriesashield.livejournal.com]

[Whatever demons Steve had been apparently trying to get out of his system by pummeling the punching bag had apparently worked to a degree. Practically hugging the bag as he attempted to catch his breath, the tired super soldier glanced over at Tony with a calmer look in his eyes than had been there an hour ago when he'd sought refuge in the gym.]

Pretty sure that's what our enemies are for. [He pointed out, tugging the boxing gloves off his fists so he could grab up a towel from the bench nearby.] Did you want to get a few licks in on the bag? [A silly question to ask since there were four others Tony could have used but Steve was nothing if not solicitous.]

[shieldassist.livejournal.com]

[Natasha stays well out of the way, the soft click of sensible heels carrying her just outside of arm's reach at Steve's shoulder.

Well. Outside of Captain America's reach.]

I think the bag is losing.

[carriesashield.livejournal.com]

[With one final combo of punches that would have floored a lesser man, Steve stepped back from the bag and stopped its swaying with his gloved hands.]

The bag can't put up that much of a fight. [He disagreed, chest rising and falling rapidly as he sought to catch his breath. The blond man glanced over at Natasha briefly before it fell away. In many ways, she reminded him of Peggy. It was that same vein of deadly confidence and competence that could bring a man to their knees for daring to so much as breathe on them. Sufficing to say, the Black Widow made Cap somewhat nervous. The fact that she was one of Fury's S.H.I.E.L.D. agents didn't even begin to scratch the surface of his wariness around the beautiful woman.]

Was there something you needed, Agent Romanoff? [Nervous though he may be around her, Steve was ever a paragon of good manners and politeness to ladies.]

[techygoddess.livejournal.com]

[Watches silently a moment then goes over making sure Steve knows she's there before getting too close.]

Want to talk about it Steven? [Yeah she'll fall back to using full names like Thor does.]

[carriesashield.livejournal.com]

[The sight of a child being inside being inside the S.H.I.E.L.D. gymnasium more than the use of his full name was what had the blond man freezing in his tracks. He caught the bag between his gloved hands to still it and studied Skuld with a mixture of suspicion and curiosity.]

I'm sorry, do I know you?

[daredevilawyer.livejournal.com]

[Now there's a familiar sound. Matt can't help a fond smile, listening to the bag being socked again and again. He could listen to that all day, it reminded him of happier times with his dad working the bag, training before an upcoming fight.]

[carriesashield.livejournal.com]

[And Steve was definitely giving the bag a work out. He wasn't a violent man by nature but sometimes, even he had to give into the urge to punch the ever living crap out of something. And better the reinforced boxing bag than a real live person. Training helped center him, helped grant him some semblance of control over the crazy whirlwind that had become his life as of late.]

[Dragging air in raggedly, the troubled man's pounding of the bag slowly stilled when he became aware that he wasn't the only one in the gym. Steve sent a suspicious look Matt's way but the red haired man didn't look like one of Fury's agents.] Was there something you needed, sir?