Soldier Boy was already on the bench press when you walked in, casually tossing up 300 pounds like it was nothing. You didn't really know why you were assigned to look over this superhuman. He was more of a superbaby in your eyes but whatever.

He glanced over, bored, sweat glinting along his collarbone as he smirked.

“Y’know,” he drawled, racking the bar with a clang, “I’m getting real tired of push-ups and squats. Thought maybe today we could… try another kind of workout.” The smirk on his face was just begging for a punch in the face but his sharp gaze was really... Something.