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[for all the confidence he lacks, and all the uncertainty he has in himself otherwise, when it comes to this he's at least certain in what he's capable of. He's tested his limits time and again, and while actually keeping up some manner of training regiment is fairly new, he hasn't been inactive since Washington or Kyriakos. Not when the world seemed to conspire against them the moment they let the guards down.

He watches her move and she goes low, which means his own response is to go high; he isn't sure exactly how he plans on retaliating to all of this, so playing a moving target suits him just fine for now. And honestly, as much as she's assessing him he's doing the same for her. As a scientist, as someone who admires her, as a fighter himself -

Her leg sweeps for the back of his and he flips backwards over it, a low rumbling noise slipping out. There's equipment there and he's thankful it's the heavy sort, as his feet grasp onto the side of it and a hand grabs the top to perch there. It creaks in protest of the extra weight, but he holds still, watching her. Waiting.

And grinning like an idiot]

[ The chance to actually move her body and do something rather than stagnate and feel like she's wilting away is incredible, and Raven basks in it. She's free to move and shift and twist her body to make up for the inches that the gym floor doesn't forgive and she tilts, using the force of her movement as Hank jumps up to stop herself, to twist and near enough leap to her feet. Her heels press into the ground and she lurches backwards, her eyes darting over his body before she tilts her head up and fights her own grin, the laughter bubbling in her chest. ]

Show off.

[ But it's incredible all the same, and she's sure that he knows just how she feels. She's always had a rather incredible appreciation for Hank's mutation and seeing it in action now is wonderful - but it doesn't stop her own movements. She's going after him, after all, and she intends to get the first hit even if he is showing off by leaping around the gym with all of his strength.

Moving forward, Raven ducks and twists, her hips moving before the rest of her body as she grabs the equipment and uses it to try and force herself up, to swing to try and land herself opposite Hank; she can stand on something a little lighter than him if only because she is a little less weighted than he is, less bulky and more flexible - not that she minds his weight or his strength, of course.

Leaning forward, she breathes out, tilting her head to one side to assess the room. It's small, but there are weights and machines that give room for them to dart and shift and push, and she thinks she can use her new leverage to push forward and leap, to try and slam her elbow into his side. ]

[if only it were showing off. No, he's notoriously bad at doing that, no matter what he knows he's logically capable of. He showed off once for Viva, actually done it purposely, and it was pushing the limits of what he felt about it all. But then again, Viva never had an issue with his mutation, and she'd been the first to call him "cool" that way.

The weights and smaller spaces to dart behind work against him; he's quick and agile but he's still big, and were she to take advantage of that he'd be left to the equipment - or further in, where there's actually space to be doing something like this. But it's open, and it doesn't quite fit what each of them are looking for. The additional challenge of their surroundings adds to the spar, as light as it might actually end up being.

As she moves he waits until the last possible moment to let go of the gym equipment, dropping down as her elbow sails right over his head. A clawed hand catches him and he uses it to roll into a crouch. Technically speaking, the last person he fought was Erik, and that had ended up being pretty one-sided, so he has no experience to fall back on that isn't years old. He was used to people more his size, and Raven was smaller - and quicker.

There's more, larger equipment behind him and he takes off for that. He may as well give her a chase while he's at it]

[ Raven thinks that it's more of a compliment than a complaint; she likes to see Hank's power, his strength - he knows that already - and seeing how far he's come from the first time he was ever blue is marvellous to see. She basks in it, feeling a steady warmth thrum through her, something a little bit like pride as she turns her body and adjusts her weight, prepared to chase him through the gym if that's what it takes. There's something incredibly unique about seeing Hank like this, and she's glad she gets to see it.

When Hank rolls away she slams her foot into the equipment and reaches out a hand to steady herself, practically hanging by her fingers before she turns and drops down silently; a benefit of her mutation, her skin and her flexibility. She has the upper hand here and she knows it, but she doesn't want to take too much advantage, not when she knows things are balanced in her favour against her larger opponent.

Hank heads towards the larger equipment and Raven shifts, ducking behind small racks of weights and the lines of other things that she ignores - replacement punching bags and all sorts of minor extras - so that she can creep around and find him. She pauses as she peeks between two sets of treadmills, turning them on as a distraction before she heads in the other direction, attempting to move to creep up behind him.

When she does, then she can move to tilt her leg forward, to reach out and, with momentum coming from her palm flat on the ground and her body angled towards Hank, try to kick him sharply on the side. ]

[he huffs out a quiet noise as he hears her turning on equipment - a good tactic, especially for someone who has better than average hearing like he does. But he isn't a novice, either - he may not train his senses as much as he should, but he is pretty decent at tuning out background noise, and running treadmills fall into that grouping at the moment.

Not that it'll help much; he could be quiet, sure, but Raven had the advantage there, between her mutation and her training. He could never match that, no matter how much training he did - he was just too big, and it certainly didn't work with the way he fought.

But he has other ways to track her, and it's the only reason why she doesn't catch him off-guard. It'd be incredibly odd to explain he could smell her getting closer, but that's really what it is - a familiar scent, one he slept with every night, growing stronger as she stalks up behind him. It's enough that he's able to turn and catch her just in time to catch her leg with a hand, clawed fingers curling around her ankle]

[ She knows the sound of the treadmill won't really be enough, but she made the attempt anyway; her own senses are a little better than the norm, but they're nowhere near the standard that Hank's are. It means that she has to try more than just one thing to try and dart around him and grab at him, and the fact that she has to think so hard is refreshing - it's fun for her and she basks in it, tilting her head before she moves forward.

Of course, when he reaches out and grabs her leg she makes a soft sound of disappointment, slamming her heel into the ground to stop some of her momentum. Tilting her head up, she watches him for a moment before she flops back, her body comfortable on the ground as she wiggles her foot in his grasp, pretending as though she isn't almost pouting.

Hank is good, and she revels in it - because she's proud of him, proud to know him and be around him, cherishing each and every single moment she has with him and fighting her smile. ]

Round one to you.

[she wiggles her foot and he gives in to temptation, using the tip of a claw to carefully tickle at skin before he releases her, a grin playing on his lips. Had this been a more serious sparring session he'd be across the room by now, closer to the other equipment that hung from the ceiling that he could take advantage of, but instead he decides to crouch down, arms resting on his thighs.

But on guard regardless. She was keeping him on his toes and that much he wasn't used to, outside of the obstacle course and the few battles he's actually been in. It was refreshing in a way, not knowing what to expect and being alert for anything, to have to both pay attention to his own strength lest he break something or someone and still use the rest of his senses to their extent.

He hated fighting, but this? This he could get used to]

Round to me. [he repeats and he doesn't grin, but it's audible in his voice] You almost had me.

I know, that's what's annoying. Well done.

[ She's fighting a losing battle against her own laughter, too, and she has to tug her foot back and away before she loses herself in her giggles. Instead, she shifts and tilts her head up, giving him a quick kiss - a little reward, considering he won the first round - and then she's moving, pushing herself to her feet and up, stretching her limbs above her head and watching her boyfriend for a moment, staring, until the whites of her teeth show through her grin.

He might have got the first round, but that doesn't mean she'd let him have others.

Raven is quick to move away, ducking behind equipment once more, tucking herself into the smaller spaces - because this time she's going to be on the defensive, waiting for Hank to come at her. Attacking him hadn't worked well in her favour and she was learning about his ability, his style, as they continued. Creeping up on him just wasn't going to work considering his senses, and she was going to have to rethink her tactics.

Even transforming wouldn't work; she'd still smell the same. ]

Thanks. [he makes a low, rumbling noise] Too close, though. I need to work on that part.

[his senses, he means. He adds it to his mental checklist, for later when he can consider his weaknesses and a way to work on them better. It was a new thing for him, rather than simply being decent at what he was able to do naturally. And in a way, it kept him busy and his mind occupied, so that he didn't end up dwelling on all of his usual worries.

He watches her move away without standing up, waiting until she's disappeared behind equipment before standing back up. Another rumbling noise slips out as he takes hold of a tall piece of equipment and pulls himself up one handed, then perches there on one foot - another thing he was getting better at was his balance like this.

He finally huffs a noise and, because he's a brat - ]

You know I can smell you, right?

[that's what you say to girls you're dating, right, even in the middle of sparring sessions?]

That's why we're doing this, you know that, don't you?

[ Raven is doing it because she needs the workout and because she needs her body to move, to feel lithe and a little dangerous again, to practice so she doesn't lose her touch. Being able to do it with someone she knows that she's never fought before is an interesting experience, and she accepts it as she moves forward, trying to keep herself hidden and out of his line of sight.

It's not really fair, of course, on either side. Raven knows that she's lithe and able to move, that she can dart in and out and twist herself into awkward things that Hank can never manage, but Hank can see and hear and, yes, thank you, smell far better than she could, and it makes her huff a little pout, tilting her head up and turning to pause, back to some weights before she speaks. ]

Yes, and I'm still trying to figure out just how to work around that bit.

[ But, then, um - ]

I don't smell bad, do I?

Is that why? I was wondering.

[of course he knows why, but - for a reason he can't quite place, sparring with Raven, like this - it's putting him in a good mood. Maybe it's the chance to move around as himself, really himself, without fear of being walked in on or being judged, or maybe it's a combination of him being able to do all of that with Raven. He isn't sure, so he doesn't focus on it that much. Too much dwelling is dangerous, after all.

He glances in the direction her voice is coming from and an amused rumble slips out before he can stop it] I can tell you now that masking it doesn't work. At least, not as far as I've been able to tell.

[. . . of course it backfires on him]

Uh - no? You smell like you.

You can't tell me it's not fun, either.

[ The fact that they can do this, mess around and spar and have it be something gentle and fun and just... Enjoyable means something to her. All the times she had fought and practiced and messed around in the past had been for a purpose; preparing herself for war, for fighting, for defending herself. Now it's just because she wants the exercise, because she wants to stretch herself, because she wants to spend time with Hank. It's a new meaning to something that had once been bad and almost painful, and she welcomes it.

She does pout at his little laugh, though, turning her head around to speak over the weights. ] I don't even know how to mask it, and I bet my mutation doesn't let me cheat, either.

[ She shifts, leaning forward, and rolling so she can dart to the next piece of furniture to use as defence. ]

What does 'me' smell like?

I might be having a little fun.

[he's enjoying himself, enjoying the challenge - the closest he's gotten to this is running the obstacle course and that's always been by himself, in the late hours so no one would see. And forget back home or before Kyriakos - he hadn't bothered. In a way he didn't have to, and Paris and Washington had only shown him that he had to start bothering again, unless he wanted to get thrown through more cars.

There's a creak of metal as he moves closer, perching atop another piece of gym equipment as quietly as he can. Stealth isn't his forte by any means, he's too big for that, but he still tries to be as quiet as he can, equipment noises aside] Maybe that's something you should test. [because honestly, he'd be interested in knowing if her mutation allowed for it, too.

. . . why would you ask him that]

I don't - think I can put words to it?

We'll see if you're still having fun when I win.

[ Which isn't going to be as easy as she hoped it might be, but she's enjoying the challenge. When she had been sparring with the others, before, she had been matched up with people she knew, people who's styles she understood completely. Now, with Hank, she's learned once more how to read an opponent, how to shift and make herself more dangerous, how to settle with what she has at hand and learn to use her surroundings. It's not perfect, but she can work with it.

Still, she turns her head and listens, hearing Hank and huffing a little noise, making her way back to the opposite side of the room, way from him - which is an unusual stance for her to take since, usually, she enjoys being close to him. ] But you'll know where I am from the foreign scent. I can't win, really, can I?

[ All the same, she keeps going forward and shifts into some random persons he had seen on the Paris Metro, then someone else, stranger upon stranger until she settles on the familiar - Charles. ]

Then don't. At least I don't smell bad.

You're assuming you're going to beat me.

[he might be opposed to actually attacking her, but he's certainly not going to make it easy on her, either. It was only a spar, and it was a way for both of them to test themselves against each other. They'd never sparred before and it worked out, that they could not only spar, but take their time figuring out how the other ticked. It was a challenge, and a fun one, and it'd be a lie to say that Hank wasn't getting more and more into this.

He tilts his head as she moves, and he waits until he's sure she's settled to move himself, leaping down from the equipment to the ground. He follows the direction of her voice with slow, careful steps, conscious of his claws so they don't click against the floor]

That's because it's just us. Maybe we should test it out the next time we stop.

[he pauses, though, at the familiar voice]

Well now you do.

[hank mccoy: sometimes a little shit]

Let's pretend I'm being optimistic.

[ She had over-estimated how she would work in this situation, and the problem of her scent isn't going to go away, not when Hank is so sharp and she can't really hide herself. Even transforming isn't good enough, but at least she can hope that the weird mix of smells hanging around might be enough to make things a bit more confusing for her boyfriend. It's not a particularly nice thing to hope, but at least it might even things out a little.

As Charles, she pushes herself up, tense as she does her best to listen for Hank, deciding that the best thing to do now, of course, is to transform into him, blue fur and all. He's been in here longer than she has, so maybe his smell is just as prominent as her own.

When she speaks, though, it's with her own voice. ]

It'd be fun. Are you promising to spar with me more outside of the gym, Hank?

[ And then she huffs a laugh. ]

I'm telling on you.

As long as you pretend to believe my false confidence.

[the different scents are working, but he isn't going to tell her that - not now, at least, not in the middle of their sparring session. He can pick out different scents, sure, but it isn't as practiced as he would like - and that Raven has already found a work around is a clear sign that he has to work on it. Which is a good thing, he thinks, especially considering that he does want to improve on what he's capable of, if he's going to be accepting of his mutation.

Well, as close as accepting as he tends to get.

He pauses, though, and - smelling himself is a very strange thing, and not exactly something he's that familiar with, considering. He stops short and frowns in her general direction. He tries to mask the confusion in his voice, though] I wouldn't be opposed to it?

[if only she could see the grin on his face, though]

I'd say the same thing about Erik, too, may as well tell them both. Are you me right now?

I believe in your real confidence, the one that's coming. You can't escape it.

[ Raven has so much faith in him, and she's sure that she can push it into him and encourage it to shine and grow. She believes in him and she believes in his strength, and his abilities, and she wants to see his confidence shine through so he's just as proud of himself as she is of him. He's so... Wonderful, she thinks, and he doesn't even realise it. He doesn't really how miraculous he is to her, and that's something she's still trying to get across without smothering him or making it sound as if she's lecturing him in an Erik-like way.

Raven doesn't want to shove it down her throat, not again, because all that will do is drive Hank away from her.

Hovering, she pauses behind a larger set of weights and tries to calculate. She can't exactly run for it, not as Hank, despite actually feeling oddly capable in his form. Instead, she grins and starts to move around the room, careful not to make even the smallest amount of noise, doing the best she can. Even her voice seems to echo as she moves from place to place, trying to shout and whisper to throw him off. ]

I'm anyone I want to be, Hank, you know that.

[ She has to try very hard not to laugh, though, as she moves to creep up behind him. ]

[he just makes a huffy noise in response, because she's right. Maybe one day it'll be real and he can be as confident in himself as he puts his confidence in other people.

At the very least, he knows why Erik does it, and he's accepted that, as much as it frustrates him sometimes. And he knows he needs it, that reminder that yes, there are people who don't care as much as he seems to think they do. When he's with Raven like this, he can almost forget that he isn't accepted like this back home; that he can be free and himself without worry, and it helps. He wonders if she realizes how much it helps just being around her, what it does for the little confidence he does have.

He's straining his hearing to see if he can't pinpoint where she is, but he's limited even in that and he has to silently berate himself. Hiding in the mansion had done a number on him, and even in Kyriakos he was so limited there was no point in doing anything more than what he did manage. Now, though . . . now he knew he had to get a handle on it]

I think it's cheating to be me. [no it isn't, he's just being contrary]

Says the man that can smell me.

[ Raven is slow as she moves, careful as she tiptoes about the room. Turning into Hank might have been a good idea, but wandering around as your boyfriend is a little more uncomfortable than she had imagined it would be. She had been Erik and she had been Charles, but this is different - she knew Hank's body far more intimately, after all, and it was strange. She had to keep her mind on what she was doing, her focus entirely on getting the upper hand on her partner.

Pushing herself forward, she peeks out from behind a stack of mats - probably for something like stretching or yoga, she wasn't an expert - before she makes her way up towards Hank. His body is so different from hers that being quiet is a little more uncomfortable, and it's not until she's right behind him with her hand reaching out to grab him that she turns back into herself, to give her the momentum and the bend she needs to push herself forward so she can practically leap onto his back.

From outside this must look ridiculous, but Raven feels alive. ]

I'm not doing that on purpose.

[he can't help but be a little jealous; he can be quiet, sure, but she's currently him and she's making it seem easy. Not that stealth really was his forte, considering it was rather difficult to miss a bright blue, 6 foot something beast. That and him not being entirely comfortable in this body, well - another thing to add to the list of things to work on. He had no idea it would grow so quickly because of a simple spar with Raven.

This time she gets the jump on him - she's on his back and he reacts immediately, reaching back to grab her. He doesn't throw her, though - he could, especially since there's mats everywhere, but instead he decides to drag her to the floor instead, moving over her to pin her there.

That is, if he's successful]

[ Raven knows that her stealth comes more from experience than the body she's in; she's had to get used to transforming into people in and out of crowds and in toilets, slipping into places she doesn't belong and making it seem as though she was always meant to be there. It comes naturally to her because it's something she had forced herself to learn, and there's no escaping that, not really, no matter who she's pretending to be. It's just something she's had to adopt, part of who she'd become in the years they were apart.

She doesn't fight when Hank grabs her and twists them both so they're pinned to the ground, and all she does is tilt her head up to look at him, her grin widening as he moves over her. There's no way for her not to look particularly pleased with herself, especially, when she stretches her arms above her head and raises her eyebrows, trying to hide how pleased with herself she is. ]

I surrender.

[he huffs out quietly, but he can't help but smile in response to her grin. He can see exactly how pleased she is with herself and he can't say he minds; she did sneak up on him successfully, even if he's the one pinning her now. He has to admire her attempt at restraint, though, because his response would've been entirely different. Surprised, for one. Then again, that comes from his lack of confidence.

He leans down to kiss the tip of her nose, then shifts back to stand up, offering her a hand up. They're in the gym and alone, but that didn't mean anyone couldn't just walk in at any moment. He wasn't risking it]

But you got me. I think that one goes to you.

[ Her nose wrinkles but she doesn't protest, taking Hank's hand and letting herself be pulled back to her feet. She's quick, then, to wrap an arm around him before she tilts herself up, giving him a quick, hard kiss before she steps away. It's not exactly fair tactics, she thinks, but since he has one up on her from his rather amazing nose she thinks it's fair enough for her to use her own skillset against him. ]

Let's say best of three. Next point wins.

[ First to three would take them far too long, and Raven was already feeling the urge to tug Hank back to their ship and show him what else she could be good at. Stepping around behind some weights, she transforms herself back into his body before she starts to creep around all over again, her own voice echoing around them. ]

And it's going to be me.

[it isn't fair, because it leaves him dazed for a moment or two after she pulls away and it isn't until she's transforming and it registers that he finally remembers to speak up]

I - yeah, best of three works.

[and of course, she chooses him to walk around as, which throws him off completely. With a huff he rubs a hand over his face, trying to snap himself out of where his brain just was and focusing more on their sparring session. If that was what this even was anymore. It had turned into hide and seek and something else]

You keep thinking that.

[idly he wonders if he can cling from the ceiling. He stays where he is for now, eyeing it curiously]