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.30 | Fighting Ghosts
{ Ahem. We have an update! This story is not over yet and I plan to see it through until the very end. Thank you all for your patience! ^^ }
A thunder clap with the power of all the Gods combined shook the training room, reverberating through the walls and rattling the thick vibranium-reinforced glass separating Merida from the sparring session below.
The invisible energy barrier overlaying the glass, thanks to Stark-Tech, adjusted based on the impact intensity. Needless to say, it was turned all the way up today. It also protected spectators like Merida from getting hurt.
The air crackled with lightning and thunder, an energy so thick she could scent burning fabric and leather. The beast within stirred, awakening with a curiosity to the sights and sounds going on in the training room.
Steve and Thor stood a respectful distance from one another, sweat beading on their brows, breaths coming in heavy pants that reflected the intensity of their session. It was a battle of strength, sheer will and skill - a God and a Super Soldier.
Through the bond, she could feel the grit and determination radiating from Steve. His aura pulsed with raw power, a strength of a thousand soldiers. Ocean blue eyes assessed his opponent with strategic efficiency and the uncanny ability to adapt to any situation, while Thor relied on his brute power and indomitable force.
Both were incredible fighters.
Merida cringed any time one of them went flying, but the dance of combat held her focus captive. Every move was a deadly rhythm, calculated and forceful. The sound of Mjolnir cutting through the air, the sound of Steve's shield deflecting blow after blow.
Something warmed in her chest, a yearning to defend herself like they could.
Thor twirled Mjolnir, a smirk tugging at his lips. "Is that all you got, Rogers?"
The God of Thunder's skin was slick with sweat, his golden locks askew as his bulging arm muscles quivered under the pressure of intensity.
Steve's breathy laugh fills the training room as he wiped a stray trickle of blood from his bottom lip. "I can do this all day."
His suit was scorched at the edges, revealing a few fibers that had become unraveled.
They clashed again without restraint. Steve feigned left, swept his legs underneath Thor and double-backed as Thor used Mjolnir to steady himself on the ground, a permanent smirk at his lips the whole time.
