Just Like Old Times…

technoorganicguardian:

Nathan tilted his head from side to side, cracking his neck and loosening the muscles. He bobbed up and down on the balls of his feet and shook out his arms. He needed to keep his muscles loose for training, so they wouldn’t cramp up and to make sure he didn’t pull anything.

If he was sidelined because he’s pulled a muscle sparring with Neena, he’d never live it down.

The holographic imaging system of the Danger Room booted up and the gym from his old apartment in New York formed around him and Domino. He had the file for the hologram saved in his memory banks just in case. He couldn’t train anywhere else.

And he wouldn’t want to train with anyone else.

His right hand was wrapped in white tape, but he kept his left hand uncovered. He wore black sweatpants, a white tank top, and no shoes. He liked the feel of the mat beneath his toes.

”You ready for this?”

Neena stood to the side of the training room, leaning over to touch her toes, arching her back, and then moving back up. She really didn’t need much warming up nowadays. What with all the action the teams had been getting lately, she was constantly on edge. Constantly on the move. She had to be ready for emergency situations any instant.

She watched Nathan get ready from the corner of her eye, a small smile playing across her lips as he stretched and loosened up his muscles. Old man, she’d call him endearingly. Old, he was. But he was still pretty fit for his age.

She looked around in wonder as the program booted, a little shaken -in the positive sense of the word- as the all too familiar gym formed around them.

“Wow, Nate. Really? I’m impressed.”

She crouched a little, raising her fists in front of her chest, and flashed him a challenging grin.

“Come at me, sugar.”

Luckiest Mercenary Alive

Just Like Old Times…