15th Command; text

[aggravating]

[So just a short while after this starts happening, a nice text message is being posted to the network.]

COME ONE, COME ALL
TO THE FIGHT OF THE CENTURY

Have you ever wondered what an actual red-blooded American Hero duking it out with a little more red-blooded Russian superspy would look like?

Have you ever wanted to just sit and watch as (this one's for you, ladies) one ridiculously muscled, eagle calling Adonis trades blows with a curvy, well-endowed, red-headed killing machine? Blows that might end up with one or both parties pinned and sweaty to the mat?

Then look no further, because this is a show that's currently happening in the gym. Unfortunately, you snooze you lose. So if you want in? Better come prepared with some sort of ticket trade-in. Energy drinks and random pieces of metal might land you up in the front rows. Sneak me some booze and you'll end up so close you're practically getting punched in the face.

Comments

[truth_is_cold]

This isn't all that unusual for people that have bothered to come to the gym. [Not that he has a problem with fights and it's one of his favorite things but, come on Tony, a lot of pretty people fight here.]

[aggravating]

[Hm, okay, how to put this to make things more interesting...]

Captain America's fighting a Russian Spy.

[truth_is_cold]

I'm from 10,000 years in the future. America's been gone for a while. So has Russia.

[aggravating]

You're really not fun. [Excuse the face he's making right now] Let's just say that it's a fight that'll probably last about an hour, so if you're a hand to hand enthusiast, might wanna check it out.

I'll even waive ticket price for a quick peek.

[truth_is_cold]

I've seen how she fights up close and personally. She's very good. And if I go anywhere on the ship, I'll be going for free anyway.

[Cheeky grin. Because he's a bastard.]

[aggravating]

I'm still ninety four percent convinced she can decapitate people with her thighs.

Can I bum metal and caffeine off you anyway? [Charles has been frowning at him over supplies ever since the whole... tiny robot thing.]

[truth_is_cold]

They are very skillful thighs and I'm sure she's intensely flattered. [He will... well, he never smiles or laughs anymore, but he might smirk when Natasha gets pissed at him.]

Caffeine, because I work in the kitchens. Probably not the metal. I selfishly don't want to wake up with nano-engineered ants in my sheets.

[aggravating]

[Just for that comment, dude? He's feeling a broship blossom. Whether you like it or not.]

Okay, the minibot invasion was a one-time thing. I was bored. [He grins] Caffeine will definitely get you in. Unless it's tea.