Avengers One Shots Part Two!

Axe kick

this is me based on training earlier.

Peter was breathing heavily, sweat covering nearly his entire body. He was bouncing on the balls of his feet, never giving up despite how tired he was.

His gloved fists hit BOB repeatedly. Punch. Hook. Back fist. Elbow to its face. Grabbing BOB by the area near it's neck and shoulders, he pulled the dummy down and kneed it in the stomach.

Peter let go of BOB and started kicking the shit out of BOB. Axe kick to the shoulder. 360 turning kick to the side of its face. Hooking kick to the other side. Reverse hooking kick into a strong side kick to its face. Another axe kick to the shoulder.

A back kick to the torso and a side kick to the head with the same leg. Pulling his leg back into chamber positions, he thrusted it out, kicking BOB in the head with several strong side kicks to the head before putting his leg down and span, kicking BOB with a back kick to his face.

A powerful side kick to the torso of the dummy made it tip over. Peter bent down and lifted the dummy back up and continued the assault against the dummy.

Peter kept imagining that it was his face. Imagining that he was beating the shit out of the boy who made him feel weak. Imagined beating the boy into a bloody pulp.

"Control Peter."
Steve said, punching his own bag, looking over to the teenager.

Peter ignored him and started hitting the dummy even harder. Thankfully, it was a dummy designed with superhumans in mind so Peter couldn't burst BOB.

"3, 2, 1."
Steve counted down.

Peter threw a final punch to the dummy's head, tearing up as he did so.

"Well done everyone."
Steve said, taking his gloves off.

"Peter, I want you to stay behind after our stretch."
Steve said, putting his black gloves into his sports bag.

"Why?"
Peter panted, sipping at his water.

"I just want to talk to you."
Steve said.

"Ok."
Peter said, taking his red gloves off and putting them into his own bag, reminding himself to disinfect them.

"Wanda, you're leading the stretch today."
Steve said.

"Ok. Everyone sit down and open your legs out as far as they can go."
Wanda said, sitting down and opening her legs.

Steve, Peter, Natasha, Sam and Bucky copied her. They were the only ones willing to take Steve's training class.

"Stretch down to your right, and try and touch your toes. If you can do that, try and touch the back of your foot."
Wanda said, demonstrating.

Her, Peter and Natasha found it easier than the boys.

"Reach down to the left, same again. Touch your toes and if you can do that, touch the back of your foot."
Wanda said and stretched down to her left.

Everyone copied her, only Natasha, Peter and Wanda touching the back of their feet.

"Slowly take your legs in and give them a little shake before going into butterfly stretch."
Wanda said, putting the bottom of her feet together.

"Try and get your knees to touch the floor."
Wanda said and again, only her, Natasha and Peter could do so.(i love butterfly stretch cause we used to be able to stand on the other persons legs to get them all the way down)

"Try and get your head to touch your toes."
Wanda said and this time, everyone could do it.

"Slowly put your legs out in front of you and reach down to your toes. Try and get your head onto your knees."
Wanda said, her, Natasha and Peter showing of their flexibility. (wish i was that flexible)

"Slowly take your legs in and shake them off."
Wanda said and everyone shook their legs off and stood up.

"That's training done for today. Same thing next Monday?"
Steve asked and everyone agreed.

Peter picked his bag up and turned to leave.

"Peter. Don't forget, I need to talk to you."
Steve said.

Peter froze and infernally cursed. He turned around and walked towards Steve.

"Are you ok Peter?"
Steve asked.

"Yeah I'm fine. Why?"
Peter lied.

"It's just that you seemed to be hitting BOB really hard. I'm honestly surprised you didn't burst him. If you did that against a real person, you could kill them. I know that that isn't your style, but I want you to be careful if you're going hand to hand with someone. Even jokingly."
Steve warned.

"Oh yeah. It's fine Steve, I just really like sparring and I won't ever do that against a real person."
Peter said.

"Ok that's good. Go take a shower, don't want Tones complaining of us all reeking of sweat at dinner. And remember, it's pizza night."
Steve said.

"Yes!"
Peter cheered. He loves pizza.

"You can go now Peter. I just need to tidy up here."
Steve said.

"Ok. Bye Steve."
Peter said.

"Wait Peter. Promise me you'll tell me if anything is on your mind ok?"

"Yeah I promise."
Peter said before leaving to take a cold shower. (they're the best after training)

~~~

Peter sat down in the shower, burying his head into his arms that were crossed over his knees that were pulled up against his chest.

"I'm a fucking weakling. Who the fuck freezes when that's happening to them?"
Peter berated himself.

Peter sighed deeply before lifting his face up and letting the cold water wash over his face.

He stood up and grabbed his body wash and started washing himself.

~~~

Still with slightly wet hair, Peter went into the dining room, sitting in his seat between Natasha and Harley.

"How was the training?"
Harley asked.

"It was good. Therapeutic almost."
Peter said quietly.

"As long as you had fun."
Harley said, picking up a slice of meat feast pizza and stuffing his face.

Peter just smiled and picked up a slice of pepperoni pizza and nibbled at it.

~~~

"I'm going to bed now. I'm sore and tired after training."
Peter said, standing up from his seat.

"Night."
Everyone said and Peter left the room.

~~~

Curling into his soft sheets, Peter prayed that he wouldn't have any nightmares before falling fast asleep.

this is basically what happened at training today. except it was against an imaginary opponent and it was much easier to imagine that it was him. also we didn't wear gloves so i did knife hand strikes and open palm strikes as well.

someone put fucking sweater weather into the playlist lmao (he ain't my coach, he's a coach that i follow on insta, he's pretty chill)

—Penguin🐧