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Sure, it’s an unorthodox method of training, but it’s hard to argue against it when it obviously works. It works so well that Steve’s wants to ask them for tips on how to accomplish the same kind of thing with the Avengers. Because he’s not even sure that Natasha and Clint, who have a history together, can move the way he sees the group before him move.
The song and playlist had been picked at random, one of Darcy’s that had made Dick and Stephanie grin widely when they shared a look at the other members of their family, and there hadn’t been a single word spoken about what they were going to do, other than the initial acceptance of Steve’s request to see them spar and Dick’s loud proclamation that it was ‘his turn.’
If he didn’t know better, Steve would have thought that it was a dance. Or at least, something they must have rehearsed before to be able to anticipate and avoid any lethal blows. Not that he was completely sure that the blows being delivered would have been lethal had they hit, but without participating himself or asking someone who knew more about the fighting techniques being employed, he couldn’t be sure.
But if the conversation being tossed around is any indication, Steve would have put his money on non-lethal and that they’re just showing off and playing around. The amount of cursing doesn’t change his opinion on this either.
“Drake! Stop hiding behind Cain and face me properly!”
“I will when you stop hiding behind Dick.”
“Oh my god Dickie. Is this a torture session or a spar? You have to inflict your horrible singing on us as well as this shit you call music?”
“Their tops are made out of rubber/Their bottoms are made out of springs…”
“Steph!”
“Eek! Save me Cass! The Swan Queen’s coming for me!”
“The fuck! When the hell did the brat become a biter?!”
“Not that I’m not flattered, but is it really necessary to goose me?”
“But it’s such a pretty, pretty tasty thing! I had to!”
“Cass?!”
“What Steph said.”
For a group that was so well-trained in stealth, they could be surprisingly noisy and animated when they wanted to be. Steve made a mental note to ask JARVIS later for a video. This was not something he could keep to himself.
“Grayson! Tell Fatgirl that LICKING is not an acceptable move for combat!”