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[Bucky's comm has been situated somewhere where it's easy enough to get a decent view of what he's doing. In the aftermath of all the fog madness, he has found it even more difficult than it normally is to sleep. So he's taken to wandering the ship even more than usual, and found himself in a gym.

At the moment, he's sparring with a punching bag, but once he's reached a decent pause point, he turns his attention to the comm. At first glance, he looks haggard, dark circles under his eyes and breathing hard.]

That was a week I'd rather not repeat again anytime soon. Been tryin' to get my mind off it, to be honest, but the gym ain't much fun without anyone to spar with. So -- this is an offer, I guess, for anyone who wants it. I'll be here for a while yet, unless anyone wants to point me to a shooting range or something.

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[Tony has been desperately spending as much time on a bender so he didn't have to think about everything that happened at Silent Hill. But there have been moments where he temporarily resurfaced and this is one such moment. He's hung over (but that's nothing new) and taking a look at everything Anthony marked out for him as well as a quick glimpse at the network.

For some reason this post reminds him so much of Steve and for a moment he just sits there and wishes his friend were here. He was grumpy, stubborn and a complete stick in the mud, but Tony still missed him.]

Surely there are better ways to take your mind off things other than hitting people.

Don't feel like drinking or socializing. Got anything else? [Sorry, Tony. He's not usually this rude, but he's running on about two hours of sleep.]

A friend of mine would brood and then proceed to destroy all my gym equipment, which is what you're doing. Except you're not hitting hard enough to break anything.

I suggested he get laid, but his 40's sensibilities didn't want to hear it. Perhaps it'll work better on you?

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Let me know if you find that shooting gallery.

alright, i will.

[She was one of the lucky ones who managed to escape the fog and the horror within so Angela has no idea what Bucky's dealing with here. But that's not going to stop her from extending a hand.]

I'm terrible at sparring, but I'm amazing at company.

[Nightmares, mostly. He should be used to those by now, but a few run-ins with Natasha's memories of the Red Room (and dying) have made it quite a bit worse than usual.]

....I don't suppose I would say no if a pretty face brought me some water or something.

I'm not sure if a pretty face could bring you water, but the hands that go with it can.

[She smiles her reassuring smile, hoping it'll help.]

I'll be there in a few.