Drax the Destroyer (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} drax_destroy) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} freedomtownic,@ 2015-03-10 16:35:00 |
 |
|||
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Who: Clint and Drax
Where: Devron building, gym
When: After all the crazy fighting has died down, Wednesday, February 11th (Sorry, this kind of got lost in my email!)
What: Meeting a gym buddy
Status: Log, Complete
Since things had finally quieted down, Clint decided to get back to his regularly scheduled programming. Which consisted of him going to the gym a lot. His version of Natasha had poofed and he rarely spent time with his fellow Avengers these days, so he took solace in his daily routine. He walked into the gym early in the morning dressed in his training gear, with a towel slung over his shoulder and a bottle of water in one hand. Not immediately seeing anyone, he decided to set the towel and bottle aside and did some warm up exercises before jumping on a treadmill.
Drax did not know what to do in the quiet times. He liked it when there was something to fight. While he had not been able to go into space with those like Rocket, he had been able to fight on the ship, and had killed many badoons that had been unfortunate enough to cross his path.
He had been told that he could decrease his excess energy by going into this thing called a 'gym' and exercising there. While he certainly understood exercise, when he walked in, he was immediately confused by several of the machines therein. He tilted his head, studying several of them from the doorway for the moment.
Clint had barely gotten started on the treadmill when he heard someone enter the room. He was perfectly content to ignore whoever it was, but his curiosity got the better of him and he glanced over his shoulder to see who it was. After a few seconds he said: "You look a little lost, friend."
"I am not used to the idea of a 'gym,'" Drax admitted quickly, continuing to look at the closest machine quizzically. "I am told that it is a way to use up pent energy, though, of which I have lots."
Clint turned off the machine, having not built up enough momentum to get breathless. He jumped off and turned towards Drax. "It is a good way to burn off excess energy." Clint nodded. "Would you like me to tell you what the different machines do?"
Drax thought on that for a moment. "Yes, I think I would appreciate that greatly," he said with a nod. "I am Drax. Thank you for being willing to show me what these machines do."
"I'm Clint. And it'd no problem at all." He thought about shaking Drax's hand but thought better of it. This guy looked like he could crush him. "Okay, so," he pointed at the machine he was on, "this one's called a treadmill. You press the buttons up here to increase the speed or the incline and you walk, jog or run. It's good for building muscle strength in your legs, especially if you're on an incline, but it's mostly used to improve cardiovascular endurance." He thought for a minute. "I realize that a man of your size can generally just... use his strength to defeat his enemies, but durability is just as important."
Drax had good control of his strength, especially around other Terrans. He had certainly learned around Peter that they could be easily bruised. He watched as Clint demonstrated how to use a 'treadmill' as he called it. "One must be able to endure in a fight. To tire after three punches would defeat the purpose," he said with a nod.
"Exactly," Clint replied, glad that Drax seemed to follow him well enough. "Is there any particular machine in here that catches your eye?"
He looked toward a machine that looked like one might sit at it. "What about this one?" Drax asked.
"That's a leg press," Clint explained, not bothered in the slightest that he was teaching the man the basics. It was actually a nice change of pace. Plus, it was just nice to have someone to talk to. He made a mental note to make an effort to see his fellow Avengers again sometime soon. "You adjust the weight here," he indicated, "then sit down and try to lift the weight with your legs. It's good for building muscle in your thighs." Of which Drax appeared to have plenty, he realized.
Drax nodded as Clint continued to explain. "I would ask why a person would not just do squats, but this would be a way to have even more weight than what your body could provide, if you get to that point." Drax wasn't dumb by any means. Metaphors were just beyond him.
"That's exactly right," Clint nodded. He might look like a brute, but he had a good head on his shoulders. Clint went on to explain the next machine, and then asked: "So, how long have you been here, anyway? On board Knowhere, I mean."
"I have been here as long as Rocket, Gamora, and Groot," Drax explained. He was not as much out there as the others, as they were the ones who were more social than he was. "Have you been here long, or are you a recent arrival?"
Clint had to think about his answer for a few seconds there. "I've been here for a few months now," he replied honestly. "Not sure I'll ever get used to being in space."
Drax seemed to ponder that. "I can see that, if you spent most of your life on land, it would be an adjustment. You should be glad that our artificial gravity does not malfunction, though." That would make it a lot worse.
That statement made Clint chuckle. "Yeah, then I'd really be in trouble," he agreed. "I guess... it's nice to know that I'm not the only one on the same boat, if that makes sense."
Drax had seen what happened when people dealt with no gravity. It made them sick, plus it was hard to do anything. "You have also been in a boat with some of the others here?" he asked, looking confused.
...Okay, apparently it didn't make sense. Clint figured that some things might be lost in translation while he was here, though. Not everyone could be from earth. "It's an expression. It means to be in the same situation as someone, or to have the same problem as someone."
A look of understanding crossed his face then. "Oh, I see. Sorry, I am told that I am too literal sometimes," he said to Clint. "My people do not have the same expressions as most."
"No, no, that's totally understandable." And it could actually be kind of hilarious sometimes, come to think of it. "If you're ever unsure about something you're welcome to ask me." How else was he going to learn, after all?
"Thank you for your understanding," Drax said with a grateful nod. He then smiled and slapped Clint on the back. "Come! We should celebrate this new friendship with a drink."
Ow. "Sure. That sounds like a good idea," Clint replied with a smile. He could stand to have some more friends here, and it looked like he'd just made one!