[He's in a rhythm now, sunk into the satisfaction of raw knuckles slamming into canvas. The whistling draws him out of it as he hauls back to give the thing a proper punch, and Steve stops abruptly, oozing sweat with his fist in the air.
He lowers his hands slowly, not sure what to make of Clint's look - but that's par for the course with this man, it seems. Steve huffs hair out of his face and blinks away lines of sweat.]
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He lowers his hands slowly, not sure what to make of Clint's look - but that's par for the course with this man, it seems. Steve huffs hair out of his face and blinks away lines of sweat.]
Does no one else use the place this early?