Chapter 3

By: MysticFantasy

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Tony watched in amazement as Steve kept lifting himself effortlessly, his chin going at least two inches above the bar.

Natasha and Clint were holding their own in doing chin-ups but Tony was just hanging there and not really making an effort to lift himself.

"Tony, the bar isn't going to do it for you." Clint said through a groan.

"I know." Tony replied. "I'm mentally prepping."

"For fifteen minutes?" Steve asked.

"Hey, not all of us can be perfect jocks." Tony replied with a pout.

He was a bit jealous of the fact that Steve and Thor never really had to watch what they ate and how much they work out. They'd remain the perfect Adonis' they currently are.

Clint and Natasha were always in great shape due to their careers with SHIELD and their previous occupations as deadly assassins.

Bruce just couldn't get his heartrate too high or the Other Guy would make a grand appearance.

Tony was the only one of them who'd never had to physically push himself. His Iron Man suit always allowed him to be able to do things he'd never been able to do before. He knew he was going to place last in the exam.

His only hope really was getting help from his three friends who were pulling off the exercises without much difficulty.

"Get started Tony." Natasha said. "You can at least try to score moderatly on this exam."

"Guess you're right." Tony said and finally began to try to pull himself upward. He made it a few inches before he dropped to the ground. "I quit."

Steve dropped to the ground as well.

"You gotta try better than that." he said.

"Already gave it my best shot." Tony stated. "I'm done for the day. Let's go get a drink."

"Of water." Natasha said dropping to the ground with Clint following closely. "We are going to make sure that ."

"You have that look on your face. What are you up to?"

"We're going to be following you around to help you prep for this exam." Clint said.

"That means that we're going to help you get in shape and help keep you away from your drinks." Steve added.

Tony looked at his three friends, knowing he should have expected something like this from them.

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A/N: Sorry it's short.