Adrian walked in with a crate full of punching bags. Super soldiers tended to go through a lot of them and he had a lot on his mind as of late he needed to get out of his system. Sitting the crate down he shook the older soldier's hand with a tired grin. "Wouldn't know, haven't been home in weeks."
He was still letting Bucky and Natasha use the place since SHIELD knew he wasn't home, he'd been throwing himself into missions for weeks in order to buy the two spies time to do what they needed to do in secrecy. Hanging up a bag he got to work punching it with increasingly powerful jabs, hooks and crosses before letting loose an uppercut to the middle strong enough to break open the bag and knock it across the floor. "Your promotion was what, about 70 years overdue? Heh if you're any indication, by the time I hit Captain I'll be so old I fart dust."