Sitwell walked into absolute bedlam. He'd been gone less than an hour when he got an urgent request to return to the gym. He looked around, utterly puzzled.
"Did somebody let Bruce Banner loose in here?" he muttered to himself.
All around him, gym equipment was trashed. An exercise bike lay in pieces like it had spontaneously fallen apart; two treadmills were flayed open, their belts torn from the runners; the arms of an Elliptical had been plucked off and lay at pathetic angles to the bent foot pedals. Free weight plates were scattered from one end of the gym to another like enormous metal confetti. More disturbing was the injured people scattered around the room, being given treatment by SHEILD medics. Clearly none of their injuries were serious, but none of them looked very happy. Nancy was lying on the floor nearby, swearing quietly as a medic bandaged her very swollen ankle.
And there, in the middle of all this chaos, was Steve. He was blushing bright red, clutching a bar of some kind in his hand.
Sitwell walked towards him. He stopped suddenly. "Is that the stationary kayak paddle bar?" he asked dully.
"Uh, it was" Steve said, looking at it. "It... broke off."
Stilwell nodded and looked around. He chewed his bottom lip as he took it all in. "The treadmills?"
"I might have got a little carried away... I was running pretty fast, and the belt tore. So as I was falling, well... I fell onto the other one, and the impact tore it up, too."
Sitwell nodded.
"The Elliptical I just couldn't get the hang of... I didn't know if I was supposed to be going forward, or up or down. It's just kinda... collapsed. The bike-" he gestured toward the disassembled cycle. "I don't really know what happened. It just... exploded. Nancy tried to catch me, I think, and I fell on her... that's how her ankle got broken."
Stilwell looked around some more. Steve was still being stared at, but gone were the welcoming expressions; he was now being fixed with some very dark looks. "I'm not even going to ask you how the weights got thrown everywhere."
"Uh... yeah. That's harder to explain." Steve said quietly.
Sitwell stared at him.
Steve stared at the ground. "I'd like to go back to my room now."