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There are some trees that need to be cleared from the edge of the woods, near the path to the climbing rock, and even with the new arm, Bucky can't do it by himself.
Or, he shouldn't. She's actually pretty sure he could, and without too much difficulty either, but she'd still secured a promise that he wouldn't start until she got there, only to find, once she arrives, that she's beaten him to the punch. There's no one around in the cool dappled shade of the woods but her. He must have gotten held up coming back from one of the villages, she decides, and looks around, hands on her hips.
Bucky, with his super-soldier strength and vibranium arm prototype, might be able to start this on his own, but Sharon certainly can't. She squares up to one of the trees, eying its smooth bark. "You know," she muses, "back when I was training in Thailand, I spent a lot of time training on trees like you."
The tree doesn't respond, only shivers as Sharon throws a light punch, her knuckles nudging against the bark. She looks thoughtful, for a moment, then settles her weight into a fight stance.
A few moments later, the peaceful quiet of the little clearing is broken by the sound of knuckles and shins thudding against the tree trunk, and by Sharon's breath as it begins coming faster and faster.
Or, he shouldn't. She's actually pretty sure he could, and without too much difficulty either, but she'd still secured a promise that he wouldn't start until she got there, only to find, once she arrives, that she's beaten him to the punch. There's no one around in the cool dappled shade of the woods but her. He must have gotten held up coming back from one of the villages, she decides, and looks around, hands on her hips.
Bucky, with his super-soldier strength and vibranium arm prototype, might be able to start this on his own, but Sharon certainly can't. She squares up to one of the trees, eying its smooth bark. "You know," she muses, "back when I was training in Thailand, I spent a lot of time training on trees like you."
The tree doesn't respond, only shivers as Sharon throws a light punch, her knuckles nudging against the bark. She looks thoughtful, for a moment, then settles her weight into a fight stance.
A few moments later, the peaceful quiet of the little clearing is broken by the sound of knuckles and shins thudding against the tree trunk, and by Sharon's breath as it begins coming faster and faster.
