Roll with the punches II Clint and Matt
Just when I was finally able to take the band aids off. Clint grumbled to himself. I went and volunteered for an ass kicking.
He bent down, ignoring the slight ache that was ever present in his knees and back these days (the price of running around rooftops and trying to punch guys twice his size for his entire adult life) and tightened the laces on his shoes.
He looked up and saw the other man entering the room, tapping the floor with a folding cane. Clint couldn’t hold back a snort. “Put that down and get changed, we both know you need that even less than I do.”
Matt shrugged, folding his cane and setting his things down in front of the lockers. He changed quickly, tossing bag, cane, and glasses onto the benches before making his way over to Clint.
“Someone isn’t being a very happy hero today. What will People magazine say when I tell them?” He climbed into the ring, stretching and eyeing Clint up from across the canvas. “Are you getting old already? I can hear your knees screaming from over here.”
He stood, slowly making his way over to Clint with a loose smile. “Are we boxing, or do you want me to beat you with my bare hands today?”