"So they let you off?" Clints voice carried through to the gym from the changing room attached and only hidden by the frosted glass partition. "You make it sound like it was a reward Clint." Came Johnny's laugh and reply. "Oh yes must have been terrible for you. Getting to party in the bar and then going home to your girlfriend." Clint mockingly replied as they both exited the chabging room.<br/><br/>Johnny was wearing some flame styled basteball shorts, and some sneakers. In case he worked up too much heat and flamed it was best to wear the clothes he bought in bulk. But it did show off the nail bruises on his shoulder and even the bite on his other side from Loki. Both blooming into quite pretty bruises of green and yellow already.<br/><br/>Clint on the other hand was wearing plum colored jogging shorts and a black wife beater that had been shortened to just the top of the shorts, he liked tight fitting clothes that gave him his full range of mobility. It also showed off his compactly muscled lithe shorter form. Compared to all three of these technical supers Clints height of 5'9" wasn't really all that tall at all.<br/><br/>"I don't see any sweat yet, and they aren't doing that dance thing boxing people do. So pay up!" Clint grinned at Johnny who groaned in annoyance. "Come on Steph! Your lazy ass just cost me an extra twenty five push ups and chin ups!" Johnny complained as he and Clint started stretching for their workout. Clints love of betting on their team was obviously infectious as Johnny was a regular better.