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Sam is out running around the lake. He's wearing his new armor and the dummy wingpack he insisted Stark make him, the one that's twice the weight of the actual set. Sam knew he needed to train if he was going to keep himself from being a liability to the rest of the team, given he's one of the few non-enhanced members, and if he could get himself comfortable with this weight, he'll work with the actual pack with ease.

Later, once he's done, or at least pushed himself far enough for now, he'll head to the back porch where he left a few water bottles cooling in a bucket of snow. Cracking one open (careful to make sure the seal was still secure) he takes a deep drink and watches what passes for a sun rise.

Feel free to catch him either running or recovering.

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Cassian's spent his life in and out of cities but the press of one full for a sporting event is more than he likes. When he finds a door to Milliways, he heads outside and sees Sam running with what looks like a jetpack. At a point in his run when Sam passes him, he waves.

Sam waves back as he passes on his way to his next circuit. He gets a few more meters before he decides being friendly is more important than his pace. Turning around, he heads back and stops.

"How's it going?" he says after a breath or two. Maybe a break isn't a bad idea after all.

"Not too bad. Is that a jetpack?" As Sam comes by, he tries to get a look at what's on his back.

"Nah. Well, not this one. This is a weighted dummy. I do have one I use, but I'm training, so working with a heavier pack."

"It is a pretty sweet ride." Pride and joy is pretty obvious in his voice.

"What are you training for? I can imagine, to not have to rely on a ship to get you somewhere,"

He's never used one but he's seen what they can do. They're too conspicuous for his work.

Sam chews on his lip, trying to find the words to describe the Avengers.

"Kind of a first response team. To face threats that normal organizations can't, for whatever reason."

"The suit also has wings, so it's very maneuverable." Not to mention the variances in thrust he can manage. "Strictly atmospheric of course, but a lot of fun to fly."

"Wings, how much control do they give you?" Cassian considers that description, its vague and intriguing.

"A lot. They're a carbon fiber, so they're strong but flexible. I can spin on a dime...that'd be a small circle," he adds since he's not sure if Cassian would know what a dime was. He even holds his finger to the relative size. "Don't need to worry too much about g-forces, as long as I'm not in a steep dive or the like. But the usual piloting tricks work if I even need to."

"I can also lock the wings in position, so I can fire guns or use my hands to carry someone."

His eyes open wide as those are impressive options, "How long have you been flying them?"

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