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Steve was acting like a mother hen, crowding him with worry over these last couple of weeks. He could understand why, after all ya think the kid you were watching has been dead for the last seventy years only to find out that it was time travel – surprise! – would make anybody be overprotective.
But it was getting annoying and he knew that he needed to get back into top shape. He’d healed, for the most part his left arm was still damaged but that was beside the point. So he’d convinced Steve to let him train, use the tower’s gym.
At first the blond had insisted on joining him but he reminded him he wasn’t a kid. He could go work out alone.
Or maybe it wasn’t alone.
Shoving the door open, he couldn’t help but stop and stare at the red head dame going to town in the gym.
Well then.
It was a damn good thing Steve didn’t come with him.
