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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.]

Let me know if you find that shooting gallery.

[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.

I can go a few rounds with you. It's not my forte, but I've got some experience.

alright, i will.

[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.

It'd be appreciated.

See you soon, doll.

Name your time and place.

[And there she is, two bottles of water tucked under an arm, entering the gym. Both of them are for him because Angela's worried that by the look and feel of things, he's been hiding out here for a long time, taking out his frustration on that poor bag. She worries about the practical things people in conditions like these forget--food, company, hugs. It's why she's here in the doorway of the gym, watching him before announcing her arrival.]

Hey.

Could do it any time today if you like. Like I said, I'll be here for a while.

[He immediately rounds at her greeting, a little startled but not really willing to admit it. He does, however, manage a small tired smile.]

Hey.

[she isn't quite ready to show her face on the network yet. it's been a long few days.]

Very bad week.
What do you shoot?

[He doesn't have to. Angela notices it right off the bat.]

Sorry. Didn't meant to startle you. [She makes her way over to him, handing the bottles out his way.] Peace offering?

Don't worry about it, I've just been, uh, jumpy. [He takes the bottles and opens one with a grateful nod.]

Thanks.

Definitely. Uh, guns. I've only got the one here though.

Everybody has, I think.

[Except her, almost. Well, less than usual, anyway. She's been creeped out by the fact that everybody seemed to disappear around her, leaving the almost empty ship even emptier. But she's unscathed and lucky and doesn't even know what hells the others went through.]

Want to talk about it?

...Not really. Let's just say it was rough, how's that? [He takes a long drink and gives her a bit of a onceover.]

You doin' okay?

[She nods, a single dip of her head. Nobody seems to want to talk about whatever happened. It's got to be bad.]

I'm fine. I... didn't get hit with whatever you guys did.

[ Steve might appear less worse for wear than Bucky, but he feels as bad, and sleep is the last thing he's capable of doing. The idea of paying a visit to the gym is something he's been building up to doing, so when the offer is laid out he's more than willing, and, hey, spending time with his best friend is something he isn't exactly opposed to either. ]

Not sure about the shooting range, but I'm always up for kicking your ass.

If there's a shooting range, I'll take you on.

Meant shoot at.

Well, count yourself lucky, doll.

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