Nov 17, 2013
Training | insufferable-genius
"You live here 'n you're five minutes late," Steve was sitting on the edge of the ring, arms back and draped over the middle rope as he lifted a brow at the other man who had just strode in. Unlike Tony, the soldier hadn't gone for the tank-top look and sported a red short-sleeved under armor shirt instead, black sweats on the bottom. He hopped from the ring a moment later and strode to the center of the mats, figuring they'd start there instead of the card canvas of the wrestling ring. "Ready t'go?" By now he'd forgotten the situation that had brought this session into existence-...or that's what he'd told himself. The notion that maybe Tony did too was just wishful thinking.
