line up your soldiers one final time

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WHO: Steve Rogers and Others/Open.
WHERE: Various.
WHEN: The past week and a half or so.
WARNINGS: N/A
SUMMARY: STEVE DOES THINGS AND PEOPLE HAPPEN.
FORMAT: Any.



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[He fiddles with the end of his bandage instead of trying to come up with an answer to the statement.] You want a sparring partner, or do you prefer to work alone?

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_{( Clint huffs out a laugh, suddenly all false bravado. )}

Think you can take me, Tenderfoot? _{( He looked up boy scout ranks so he could give Steve a new nickname, yes. )}

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[ Vous excusez. Steve's nose wrinkles at the nickname, but he doesn't comment, and instead moves to the open padded area clearly meant for the kind of work they're going to do.]

I guess we'll see.

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<sub>( Clint laughs, and from there it's a matter of slipping into routine. Heading for the training mats, bracing himself and lifting his hands as he settles into a basic stance.

He beckons Steve over. )</sub>

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[He approaches with their last fight in mind, calling up his memory of the way Clint moved, which side he led with, which were his strongest blows - and he goes for the man's off-side with a kidney punch.]

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_{( It's not what he was expecting, or how his Steve would have started, but Clint's reflexes kick in and he manages to shift away from the blow before it hits directly. He counters by swinging for Steve's jaw. )}