It wasn't until Steve got a proper chance to spar against Clint that he realized how much of a weapon the other man's body was. Clint was all muscle, sinew and toughness, moving faster than Steve had seen someone move in a long time, his strikes swift and sharp. He focused abruptly as Clint's sweep sent him to the ground. Steve only just managed to grasp his sparring partner on the way down and they fell untidily, Steve attempting to roll clear, but Clint grabbing him at the last minute and inning him.
This was where Steve's superior strength should have ended the battle, but he was holding back a little, making it hard for Clint yes, but not impossible. There was no point if he was the only one training.
Suddenly, Clint was on top of him, staring down into his eyes, and for a moment, Steve felt a tingle run though him. Clint must have felt it to, because abruptly, he leant down and kissed Steve, open and dirty, and Steve kissed him back, rolling them over and pinning Clint into the mat.
"I win." He growled into the other man's mouth.
