Tony couldn’t seep. Sometimes he managed a few hours if he was tired enough, so usually he went to the gym and worked out until he was exhausted. Tonight, though, he found the gym already occupied: Barnes, with his hair tied up, working steadily at the heavy bag. Normally Tony would make an awkward comment and leave him to it, but instead he just heads for the opposite side of the gym. After setting up at one of the far treadmills, Tony worked his way to a easy run. Barnes was laying his fists rhythmically into the bag, and the quiet thumping was sort of strangely soothing. Between the running and the thumping, Tony slipped into a near-trancelike state.
And then Barnes let out an ungodly howl, drew back his left fist, and slammed it straight through the heavy bag with a roar of, “DIE A THOUSAND BURNING DEATHS!”
Tony fell off the treadmill, scrambled to his feet, and booked it to the elevator.
holy shit you guys there was a spider on my punching bag !!! thanks to my many years of combat experience & martial arts training things are okay now
Does anyone notice that these two ships are very very alike like OMG ONE IS THE TSUNDERE FRIEND WHO TURNS OUT TO BE A CINNAMON ROLL AND THE OTHER ONE (WHO FREAKING SAVE HIS APPEARANCE FOR THE LAST FREAKING MOMENT) KINDA LOOKS ANTI SOCIAL BUT ACTUALLY A CUTIE PIE AND CARES A LOT I’M OUT