WHO: Janet Van Dyne and Steve Rogers NPCs: N/A WHEN: November 21, early afternoon WHERE: One of the training rooms in the Avenger's mansion WHAT: At the end of a training session, Janet has a gift for Steve. RATING: G
No powers today. It seemed that Steve early on had noticed that Jan was quite adept to her powers. She could fly, dodge, and sting with the best of them. Today, after getting through his obstacle course for what must have been the millionth time. They'd changed venues.
Janet liked to think she had unpowered skills. After all, Hank had taught her a bunch, but she wasn't by any means an expert. Sure a mugger wanting her purse would totally be her bitch, but someone with a lot of real training. That wouldn't go so smoothly. Steve was apparently kind of curious about her skills.
When she was small she knew where to hit. She knew the pressure point and she loved that she had her normal strength level even when tiny, but she did tend to rely on it.
So after an hour and half sparring session (in which Janet was fairly sure he was just testing her and not using his full abilities on) Janet thought she'd done pretty well. Sure they'd taken quite a few time-outs to show her something new (which she usually quickly picked up) and she hadn't once pinned him, but Janet thought she'd done well enough holding her own, even if she'd gone down twice.
Then again, who knew what Steve thought. Janet breathing a bit heavy sat down on a bench near the wall, grabbing a water bottle. Her shorter hair was held back by a sports' headband, and she was dressed in just a workout tank and capris (which was way more dressed down than Janet usually did anything in). Her foot on the leg crossed over the other bounced a bit nervously as she waited for him to say something.
Which would hopefully not be... "God, you suck, get the hell out of here."