Chapter 8: Afternoon Brunch of Justice

[Marcus Wright]

The training area was more of a traditional boxing like rink, one you’d see in most old time movies. But unlike old time movies, this rink was the Avengers own personal one. The former criminal had only seen these at times when he was passing by, but never really used one when he was alive.

There were weights near the area, and even a punching bag for those aspiring fighters out there. Before the training session, Blair was hanging on the ropes watching her boyfriend throw some punchs.

“Hey, I’ll be watching, Marcus don’t let me down.”

“Sure, Blair… I won’t beat up Harry too bad.”

Blair moved her eyes toward Harry Potter and then back at Marcus “Or at least don’t let him beat you too bad, just go easy on the boy, ok?”

‘Go easy?! I don’t … Go easy, Blair.”

“Sure, i’ve seen your softer sides, Marcus.

The terminator groaned while at least stopping for a second “I don’t like mentioning those “tender sides” in front of the guys.

Blair chuckled “Why not?” “You boys got to have your tender sides, you know.”

“But you do want things to happen later, right?”

Everytime she said that, Marcus tensed and groaned “Yes, of course I do.”
"Just go sit, ok Blair.

Blair snuck a kiss on Marcus's cheek and he smirked "Sure, later we can do something else, ok?"