day 183: [open action!]
[In one corner of the athletic complex, Steve's slamming his wrapped fists against a poor, defenseless punching bag. All his movements are carefully controlled. And though his focus is intense, he's not ready to let loose yet. He jabs at it once, twice, feints a straight left, and then comes back to throw a right hook.]
[It sends the bag swinging in an alarming way, but manages to hold up to the blows. Steve pauses his actions and lets out a breath--stepping forward to place his hands on the bag in order to still it. And when it does stop, he leans his forehead against it.]
[He's having a bad day. Letting out some steam helps a bit, so he'll probably be here all night.]