"Best two of three, Winghead!"

"I can do this all day, Barton." Captain Steve Rogers said with his arms out, then immediately going in to a defensive stance. Captain America and Hawkeye were in the training room. A room with steel walls, the floor made out of a soft foam, around was training equipment, weights, punching bags, and other various equipment. Clint Barton, also known as Hawkeye, wore a sleeveless S.H.I.E.L.D. workout shirt, cargo pants and boots. He was sweating and breathing heavily as he stood up. Steve Rogers stood in a classic military standard outfit. A tucked in t-shirt, black cargo pants, and boots of his own. His blonde hair a little messed up, but other than that, he wore a small grin. "I don't want to ruin your reputation..." Rogers said. He has been in this new era for a little while now, and after all he and the rest of the Avengers have been through together, he has finally connected with them and trusted them as friends.

He laughed and went at Rogers again. Rogers pushed one punch away, bending his other arm to block another blow. He walked backwards as Clint hit punch after punch. Clint kicked, Steve grabbed his foot and flipped him. Clint did a backflip, landing, then sweeping his leg again. Rogers jumped over it and sent a blow to Clint's abs. He backed up, but returned with a counter to Roger's other hit. The blow would have made a normal man double over, the Rogers barely felt anything. Barton swung again, but all his attacks were pushed aside. Rogers elbowed Barton, twirling behind him, and wrapped his massive forearm around his neck. Barton struggled for a few seconds until he tapped Steve's arm twice.

Rogers let go, Barton gasping. "Damnit Steve..." He said after regaining his breath. "Ever thought of joining the UFC if this whole Superhero thing doesn't work out?"

"The what?" 

"Never mind..." Barton said with a laugh, grabbing his bow and quiver from a table. Rogers followed his lead, grabbing his iconic vibranium-steel alloy shield. "You think there'll be more stuff in Stark's fridge than veggie protein shakes and whiskey?" Hawkeye asked. Rogers shrugged. "If i learned anything from the army, its that you can't be a picky eater..." Both men walked in to an elevator, and Rogers pressed the button. Both Hawkeye and Cap looked to their right to see a S.H.I.E.L.D. agent staring in awe. Even today Rogers was a living legend, a man out of time, someone everyone seemed to respect no matter who they were. Rogers gave him a small smile and nod, and agent eagerly returned it. "I am a huge fan, Captain Rogers... Its such an honor... I'm just a tech guy, don't get to see much inside my office..." he said nervously. "Well its a miracle on what you do... All this stuff still seems like magic to me." Rogers said, referencing the advanced technology Stark has put in to this place. The elevator stopped on a mid floor, and the agent said his goodbyes. 

The elevator started once again, and Rogers mind drifted. Today was the day that Natashia and him got their new Apprentice. Someone clearly incredibly strong, and fit to be a part of their group, even if Director Fury and his friends didn't think so... Looks could be deceiving though. Steve knew that personally. Astrid had a gift. and she could use that for good, and hopefully he and Natashia can train her to use it.

The elevator doors finally opened to their floor with a ding, Rogers and Barton both stepped out. Barton went straight to his room, while Rogers went in to the kitchen to see Stark and the waitress he knew for quite some time, although he can't really see her as a waitress anymore. "He's a little upset that training didn't go his way..." Rogers explained to both. He gave a nod to Tony, and went over to give Astrid a handshake. "Miss Torres. I see you already met the.. what was it, 'genius billionaire playboy philanthropist'?" Rogers asked with somewhat of humor.