Buckeye and the Hawk (Test Thread)

[quarterback_of_steel]

 Nathaniel Heywood is many things, but "ungrateful" is not one of them. As he walked down the corridor of the JSA Brownstone, hearing the new metal tiles underfoot and their crunch, he looks to the kitchen. He remembers when he had to eat. It's odd now. He picks up the apple and looks at it. He has to watch his strength with it, but he can't feel how much pressure he's using. Hell, with the suit he still can occasionally be too strong. Not enough to break bone unless he tries, but enough-

splat!

to break an apple in his hands. He feels bad about that and quickly wipes the remains off of him before continuing down the hallway. In the study waits the man he was looking for. Though the man was just visiting today, Nate wanted to talk to him.

"Excuse me, Mr. Hall? Do you have a second?"

Comments

[abluntobject.livejournal.com]

A simple nod. "I did. He was a good man."

[notcommander.livejournal.com]

Nate nods. "Would you mind showing me a few things you learned? Grandpa told us a few stories about how you saved his hide from some Nazi soldiers with that mace of yours. You saved my hide with it once now too."

[abluntobject.livejournal.com]

Hawkman eyes the mace at his belt, then looks back to Steel. There's a pause - he's usually not the trainer here, nor the person people go to for help with these things. But the guy's grandfather was, at the least, an ally in the war.

"Alright, we can do some basic combat lessons, but you'd best try and keep up."

[notcommander.livejournal.com]

"Yes, sir!" Nate stands ready. "Just name the time and place, Mr. Hall."

[abluntobject.livejournal.com]

"Tomorrow morning, 6 sharp. Don't be late."