Who: Steve and Bucky What: Stress Relief Where: One of the gyms When: Sunday night Closed/Ongoing/Low for now
Steve didn't bother with the hanging bags anymore-he didn't want to ruin them all for anyone else who might need them. Instead, he just propped floor mats up against the wall and went at those instead. It wasn't good for him, or his hands, but it meant he didn't have to replace it every few minutes. His knuckles were already deeply bruised and bleeding through the tape he'd wrapped them in, but he kept at it.
It was the only thing lately that took his mind of the pain in his chest. If could work out to the point of sweat and blood and pain then he could forget, for a few minutes at least. He was so focused, intent on beating the mat, that he didn't even notice the door opening behind him.