5-Training
It was official, Max hated Shield training.
Especially when it was one on one battle sessions with other members. Specifically the stronger, more experienced members. Not that it cannot be fun and an insightful experience to learn from, but the man preferred to go to bed black and blue after an exhausting three hour training for the day.
But if there was ever some highlight to the training though, it was watching his girlfriend beat somebody's ass after he got his handed to him. Though there are a few members who can easily take down the Portuguese red star (never, ever challenge Black Widow in a battle), Liz could still give anybody Hell while going down fighting.
Wincing as he stumbled to the benches, sporting a shiner and a few bruises all over his cackling body still buzzing with energy. Behind him, Steve's apologetic voice carried over as he admonished Thors for going to hard on him. A few sparks of electricity fizzling from his fingertips. With a groan, he collapsed on the bench, his bruises having bruises of their own now.
If this was what being part of Shield was about, than maybe he should've stuck with his life of crime instead. Why did he agree to become a member again?
"Hey, Max, the God of Thunder gave you a hard time?" the familiar voice of a red star came as she stepped over and took a seat beside him. Red eyes softening and short, brunette hair framed her face in gentle curls. A black, rather tight fitting outfit framed her form. Max sucked a deep breath, realizing his eyes were traveling and averted them away out of embarrassment.
"Nothing I can't handle," he said, sitting up straighter with a groan. "Besides, I'm used to getting beat up by now." An ornery grin flashed across his face at her.
Liz rolled her red eyes, shaking her head."Last I checked, training was supposed to be helping you improve your fighting skills. Not an excuse to beat up former villains ever session." A dark look was cast over a certain boisterous blonde God facing off another recruit.
"…I think it's more of just me not being that strong to begin with. I mean, look at these arms." Max said, waving his bruised arms around. There wasn't much muscle on them.
"Still not a very good excuse." Liz sighed, getting up from the bench. She walked over to have a word with Thor, purposely swaying her body to give her boyfriend a wonderful view behind her. By the sudden loud cackle of electricity and squawk that came after, he definitely appreciate it.
He was going to appreciate it even more when she got a bit of revenge for him from Thor. Even though she ended up just as sore and beat in the end, at least she managed to land a solid hit to have the Asgardian sport his own dark shiner on his face.
Now both were walking to their rooms bruised, sore, but smiling all the way back.