Atlas Gym, Friday

[so_hawkward]

The good news was, the weather in Fandom wasn't as deathly hot as it had been over the last few weeks. The bad news was, it was still warm enough that the gym's air conditioning being on the fritz was making things a little uncomfortable. Clint had his shirt draped around his neck, and a portable fan blowing at him while he sat on hold and waited to talk to someone to come out and fix whatever was wrong. He didn't like having to sit still, but he knew the moment he moved would be the moment a human being finally picked up, and he'd had all the frustration he could handle for a little while.

[Open!]