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Yer gonna skin yer knuckles if you don't lift that elbow when you throw that hook, darlin'.

Eh, it'll heal soon enough. [But she gives Logan a grin before throwing the hook and lifting her elbow this time.] Didn't know you were in town.

Ain't the point, sugar. If yer skinnin' yer knuckles you ain't throwing it right. [But he smirks when she adjusts.] M' always around. That's better. Now, tighten it up. Never want to have to fully extend.

[Carol's thrown plenty of punches in her life, but she appreciates Logan's tips. He's been around a little longer to throw more. So she'll do that one yet again with a raised elbow and a tighter punch. One, two, three, and then she stops and turns to face him.] Thanks for the tips.

A wise man passes on what he knows. And you've got a hell of a swing.

They didn't just teach you how to fly in the Air Force. Though I'll admit, that's what I was most interested in.

You ever tell anyone what I'm 'bout to tell you...I swear...[He chuckles.] I hate flyin'. Mans feet should stay on the ground.

[Bart watched her work for a moment and chuckled as he could just imagine the poor punching bag weeping.]

That poor bag has seen better days, but why not try sparring with something or someone who can put up a bit more defense?

[She grins and shakes her head.] Logan, your secret is safe with me. Somehow it'd be weird to see you in the air instead of on a bike, anyway.

[Carol turned to the voice and put out a hand to stop the bag.]

Is that a suggestion or are you offering?

Seems like every time I get in an aircraft it crashes.

Which makes it pretty damn understandable why you don't like flying.

[He motions towards the bag.] You wanna hit somethin' that hits back?

[Carol nodded and tucked a piece of hair behind her ear.] Hell yeah. Can't get much better with a bag that doesn't hit back.

[He does go and get gloves though. Metal knuckles and sparring is a little overkill, he thinks. After taking off his boots and the flannel over his tee shirt he stuffs his hands into the gloves.] Don't see you 'round often. Gonna fill me in on whatcha been up to?

[Carol rolls her shoulders back to loosen them up a little. God, it's been a long time since they sparred. There was a good chance she was going to get her ass kicked.] Oh, been all over the place. Took up the Captain Marvel name. Fighting bad guys, hanging out with the Avengers sometimes. [Once he looked ready she took a swing at him.] What about you?

Captain? Gotta nice ring to it, darlin'. [He ducked the swing and took a jab at her.] Drinkin' beer, gettin' fat n' outta shape. [Logan winks and follows his jab with a hook.] The usual.

Right? It feels powerful. Makes me want to be better, do more. [She dodges the jab and barely blocks the hook.] You might be drinking beer and getting outta shape, but you don't look fat. Though your jab needs work. [She teased before taking her own jab at him.]

Don't you forget that spill about power and responsibility. [He laughs and takes that jab to the chin.] Little rusty. Wranglin' teenagers ain't a real sport.

Like I ever could. Parker likes to repeat it to me just about every time he sees me. [She chuckles as she takes another swing.] But still, I bet those teenagers are really glad to have you.

Someone needs ta cross-stitch that on the ass o' his suit. [Logan throws a quick combination; left, right, hook, uppercut.]

[Carol laughs at the image of Spider-man with his trademark saying on his ass and definitely takes most of those hits, though manages to weave away before the uppercut lands.] You should ask one of the teens. Give them an art credit for it. [She'll regain her momentum and throw in a quick left then right.]

Beauty and brawn. Think I'm in love. [The left he blocks and almost the right, but not quite.] Them kids never tell me no.

Brains, too. I'm a triple threat. [She's weaving in and out and tries to place another jab on his chin.] They there we go. Just have to get the suit away from Parker long enough to get that embroidered.

[The kid considered it for a moment and smiled again.]

Bit of both I guess. I can spar with you if you want, don't think I can hit a girl, but pretty sure you won't be able to lay a glove on me either so it should be interesting!