Steve Rogers (steverogers) wrote in crownplazaic, @ 2021-06-09 22:03:00 |
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Entry tags: | !log/thread, clint barton, steve rogers |
Who: Steve & Clint.
Where: The gym.
When: 4/9, afternoon.
What: Sparring.
Status: Completed.
Warnings: Nah.
For a short time, Steve had been dead set on living a good life at the Crown Plaza. He didn't have his white picket fence, but he did have the people who mattered the most to him, and that was all he really needed. Steve had been happy, even with the dangerous places they traveled to and the curve balls the hotel threw at them. But now, seeds of doubt had been planted into his mind. It sounded horribly paranoid, but everything 'bad' that had happened around him lately had been oddly fine-tuned to his own fears and insecurities. But maybe he was overthinking things? Although, he wasn't too sure that was the case. Particularly with this Zemo situation that was going on with Bucky. Steve had invited Clint down to the gym to spar with him that afternoon. It seemed like the sort of thing that would help to clear his head. Fighting meant he had no choice but to focus on the punches being thrown -- Or at least, one would assume. Steve suddenly found a fist in his face and his balance being thrown, causing him to stumble back a few paces. It wasn't all that much of a shock that Clint had been able to land a hit. He was highly skilled. It was more that Steve hadn't even made an attempt to block it. He had more or less just stood there and let himself get socked in the jaw. Which he shook off as quick as he could, trying not to make it overly obvious that his mind was somewhere else entirely.. "Sorry, Clint. Let's start that one over?" |