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Steve Rogers is out in the forest, throwing the shield against trees at various angles so that it bounces off and flies back to him, also at various angles.

It's quite a workout, if the grunts are anything to go by.

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Sahaal needs to practice his marksmanship, and the best way to do that is in variable, outdoor conditions. He's set up three targets, pieces of plywood on climbing cable dangling from tree branches, and set them off to move in the wind. There's a couple of other people around, doing training or some such activities, but he pays them no mind.

Right up until a flying metal disc cuts through the gap between two trees at the far, far end of the "range" and Sahaal's training kicks in. A three round burst of explosive bolt shells rip through the branches around the red, white and blue projectile, and kick up a mixture of shrapnel and bits of bark. The disc just keeps on going, hits a willow tree, and bounces back the way it came.

Sahaal follows, a look of confusion on his face.

Edited 2017-06-01 18:17 (UTC)

Danny heard there was a forest, lake, and Caribbean ocean outside, and just had to come see for himself. Spotting the flash of blue and red in the trees, he wanders over to take a look.

Huh. Interesting choice of weapon. Not that Danny hasn't seen a wide variety of weapon, both intended and improvised.

Approaching even closer, he calls out, "You're very good with that."

Edited (it would help if I actually engaged in the tag wouldn't it?) 2017-06-02 15:59 (UTC)

Steve whirls in the air to catch the shield, and lands in a crouch.

"Thanks!"

He rises and puts the shield in a harness on his back. "It's put away now."

Clay is out for yet another run because there isn't much else for him to do and to be perfectly honest he prefers it to the bar.

He hears the grunting and decides to check it out.

In a clearing, Steve is shoving himself off trumps and stumps to catch the shield as it flies around.

Clay enters and smiles (icon pending).

Not wanting to interrupt someone's training, which is a very serious thing. He stands and watches Steve.

The throwing, jumping, and catching continues for a few minutes more, until Steve notices he has an audience.

He catches the shield and comes to a stop, and puts the shield away in a harness on his back. "Hi, there."

Clay untangles his arms from in front of him, his resting posture, and stands up straight.

"Hello" he greet, quite impressed at the mans skill.

"Your having a good workout." both a statement and question.

Clay has a strong southern accent to go with his bulging muscles.

Steve stands basically at ease, like the longtime soldier he is.

"You can never have too much practice.

"Steve Rogers. Earth, 2015."

"True" he agrees.

"Clay, Earth, 2014."

"Your strong." he couldn't help but notice and he isn't the best at social interactions with new people, but he is trying here.

"Yeah..." Steve says. "I was part of an experiment. This is the result."

Clay's brows furrow. He isn't a science dude but he is curious so he asks, "What experiment?"

"An experiment to make supersoldiers."

Okay, that makes sense. "How many have they made?" because clearly the experiment worked.

"Just one. Me.

"The man who invented the formula was murdered shortly after the experiment on me. People have tried to recreate the formula, but ... with varying degrees of success."

He nods. Not certain how he feels about this.

Clay is trying to figure out a way to nuanced way to work away to his questions but that is Nick's strength so he just blurts out, "Do you want to spar?"

Because Clay needs to spar with someone he isn't concerned with injuring.

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