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Erin had just gotten her uniform in and had instructions to try it out. So she's running on the tread will to see how far she can go in this comfortably. She has her iPod blasting a peppy tune because why run if there's no fun sound track?

So far she's going good and strong. After this she might dive into the pool though. She's starting to get a little hot and sweaty.

How long has this been?

Man. Only ten minutes or so according to her play list. She'll go at least another fifteen minutes before she starts to think about stopping.

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Jay wandered into the gym for his daily workout. If he made his human form stronger, he got stronger as a Hulk, too. Also, it was easier to track progress as a human. Buildings tended to fall down if he pressed his Hulk strength.

He noticed Erin running on the treadmill. He shrugged to himself as he walked over to the weights and peeled off his shirt. He tossed it on top of his nearby towel.

Yup!

That's Erin all right.

Who is trying to not notice that Jay has no shirt on. She turns her attention to her iPod and turns it up a little louder and picks up her speed.

No way is she letting his Hunkiness distract her.

Jay had his back to her, but that didn't let the mirrors along the wall in front of him hide anything. He loaded weights onto the barbell to do some easy standing barbell curls to start. He'd do another set later when he added more weight.

He started to get into the zone and did not have any earbuds in. The Keewazi was just trying to focus on what he was doing.

Erin is not going to look. She was testing to see how well this breathed while getting a good work out. Nope not looking at the very cute team mate.

Except that she couldn't not look because he was right ahead of her. GAH!

Oh god one of her super cute fluffy almost romance songs!

She while ducking her head scowls at her iPod and starts to change to a different play list. Something less likely to make things weird.

Jay caught the head movement of Erin ducking her head. He raised an eyebrow then shook his head. He wasn't going to put much thought into it. He had reps to do. Biceps and then pecs this workout.

Thankfully he doesn't have to read into that. The next few minutes are filled with the sounds of Erin's feet hitting the treadmill in an even beat.

She then completely failed to notice the boot strap she was about to trip on and then...

"Oh shi--"

Arms flail and she crashes onto her back.And goes sliding off the tread mill as it keeps running.

"Ow!"

Being that Jay was not wearing earbuds, he heard the entire commotion behind him. He glanced up to see Erin fall. He dropped the barbell with a clatter.

He turned and raced over to shut off the treadmill. New uniform or not, she might not have wanted tread burn.

"You okay?"

"I think so?" She tries to sit up only to discover some hair got tangled under the belt.

"Crap. My hair is just a little stuck."

Please don't pull it out? "I think I need a little bit of help. I so don't want this to be a reason to get a hair cut."

Jay scratched his temple for a second before crouching down. "Hold still."

He carefully traced along where her hair got stuck and how it wrapped around. He worked at getting it free. Even if just cutting the hunk of hair would have been easiest.

It's not as bad as it could be. He also has a pretty girl at his feet.

She tries to not wince when he does get some of her hair free, it does tug a great deal. "If I move it's just gonna hurt."

"Makes a good case for not moving," he commented as he worked to get more hair free without tugging on Erin's scalp. He was going to chalk all this up to one more Avengers misadventure.

He was oblivious to the pretty girl at his feet scenario. He was trying to get hair out of a treadmill.

"I guess I must have tripped on my feet." She makes a note to tie her hair back the next time she does this.

He's getting close to freeing her. She thought she was lucky he was here. And not because of the view since the view isn't exactly fun right now.

"Take it slower then." The wit and wisdom of a shirtless Jay was not going to be in a thrilling book anytime soon. He pried up as much of the tread he could to get at the last bit of caught hair.

He pressed his lips together as he tugged carefully at the last bit of hair to get it free.

He really does almost have it. Her hair is pretty wavy looking naturally. One could easily guess she keeps it long so she doesn't have to use so much product to keep the curls out. Physics does the job for her.

Downside? The hair wants to twist around stuff. So even if Jay almost has it her hair is fighting him.

"And foot wear without buckle-like things," she adds glancing at her feet.

"Or just trim down the straps if they're too long." He squinted at the hair, did one careful yank, and let go.

"Think that's it. Try to sit up." He stayed crouching in case he had to do something more.

"I hope they're not I'll check them later." And hope that Ms Mode didn't freak out about it if she had to do that.

She sits up and pats her hair just a bit just checking. It's her very obvious girly reaction. Oh awesome. She flashes him a very happy grin. "Thanks so much Jay."

Jay didn't particularly pay attention to a girly reaction from a girl. He rubbed his hands on his shorts like he was dusting them off and stood up.

"No prob." He offered her a hand to get up. "But you might want to stay away from your nemesis, The Treadmill."

Considering what he had to do to get her hair free? Yeah he had probably needed that.

She puts her hand in his to pull herself up with. "At least unless I wear sneakers until I fix these," she says with a slight shrug and is doing her very best to ignore Jay's chest.

It's still very distracting. So no looking!

Jay did not perform the Pec Pop of Love, so Erin could continue ignoring it. He wasn't aware of the hypnotic quality of his chest. He just liked not wearing a sweaty shirt while working out.

"Might be a good idea." He looked her over to make sure she was okay. Or as relatively okay as one could be when she caught her hair in a treadmill. Though, Erin was a girl so he wasn't quite sure which side of the pain display spectrum she was on.

"You need the infirmary or anything?"

Oh right be reasonable about the whole not wearing a shirt thing. She thinks she's okay though.

"I should be okay.... Maybe a bruised tail bone?" Hey it was better than talking about other things she might have landed on when she tripped.

"It'll be fine. I've done worse horse back riding... Of course then I was wearing a helmet." Cue the eye rolling at this whole thing. Really awkward. Seriously.

"You should get in more food courts and less gyms," he advised with a small grin. Then he shrugged.

Since she said she was fine, he started to turn back to his weights. "Need anything else, let me know."

"I eat." She does try anyways. Most of the time she gets bored with food. It's easier to get herself to eat in the mornings she finds.

"I'll be okay Jay. I'm just going to cool down and switch out to my sneakers." She moves to where she had left a bag with some stuff stretching out and hoping she has some kind of hair tie so her hair won't get in the way again.

"Yeah, but not the good stuff," he countered over his shoulder as he stepped up to the barbell. He made sure the weights were still on tight enough that he wouldn't have his own gym accident.

He picked it up and resumed his curls. Though he was kind of wishing for his KeewaziPod. He could use some Indigenous as he worked out.

Erin is sitting and working her foot wear off so she can pull her sneakers on.

"Good stuff? Please. I've seen what you 'normal' people eat and some of it is really gross... I mean seriously. Who eats Slim Jims? They're tacky and smell weird," she blurts not really meaning some of it. Slim Jims are okay if root beer is involved.

Jay raised an eyebrow as he continued his curls. "Get real jerky or meat sticks from a butcher. Better."

And Slim Jims weren't food court food, so he could say that.

"Well.... Maybe." She shrugs slightly.

She does find a fair tie finally pulling her hair back so it won't get caught. She isn't sure what she's going to do next. Now that she's thinking about it her head does hurt so she's just going to lean back and shut her eyes.

Jay finished up his barbell curls. He set it down to move on and noticed Erin. She might have hit her head and well, looking slightly unconscious might not have been a good thing.

"Hey," he called out. "You alright?"

"headache. Not sure if it's from my mutation or... you know." That whole thing.

"Just resting my eyes. I'm going to have some water in a bit too so I should't be too bad off," she says slowly not raising her voice too much.

"Did you hit your head when you fell?" He wasn't going to dance around it. She didn't have the amazing Hulky healing as needed. So a regular girl smacking her head could be a bad thing.

Though this was shooting his work out routine all to hell.

"Don't think so. I know how to fall," she says with a shrug.

"Don't worry. I probably just running behind on my water intake. I'll take care of it." See, she's even breaking out some water to sip at.

He took in a deep breath and let it out slowly. Well, he tried. If she was going to go into a coma from treadmill-induced head trauma, he'd done what he could. Also, he needed to stop watching those news programs about famous people dying from a hit on the head.

He moved onto benchpressing now that he was warmed up a little.

She'll be fine. She's drinking her water like a good girl and not doing stupid stuff like jumping jacks. Don't be mad Jay.

Plus the water is making her feel better. She was right... and is totally not Jay watching now that her eyes are open. Really.

No looking at all.

Jay just kept working his way through his workout routine. Despite anyone watching or not. He focused on the weights so he wouldn't cave his own head in.

Not that he could. He'd Hulk out before ending up with a caved in cranium.

Damn it Jay's internal musing or whatever Erin isn't going to die.

She'll even prove it by standing up with no trouble and stretching. She pops her back and gives a happy little sigh. She feels much better.

She eyeballs that treadmill then instead just goes for a bike. She can't kill herself on that!

Bruce walked into the gym, dressed for a workout of his own. "Seems like this is the place to be today," he mused aloud.

"Watch out," Jay warned with a grunt. He did another rep. "The equipment attacks."

He worked on finishing his bench pressing and tried not to drop the barbell on his head.

"That was only after I insulted it's mother," Erin says after a moment.

Okay now she can't help but smirk in Jay's direction. She is entertained.

Bruce's comic awareness was tingling. Something insane was going on here. He'd be better off just backing out.

"...Do I want to know, or should I just run the Ultron defrag protocols?"

Jay got the barbell up in the rack and sat up. "I'm fine. It's only after Erin's hair."

He grabbed a pair of dumbells to weight them up so he could do some reps of the chest fly.

Erin is very briefly distracted by that. Not enough to slow her pace down.

"Only because my hair is so pretty," she says sending Bruce a smile. They're kidding.

Seriously.

"If you guys say so," Bruce said, grinning.

He headed over to the weighs himself, finding one of the titanium sets.

Jay already said so. He didn't see a reason to go on. He was in the gym to work out.

Which is why he completely missed Erin's distraction. He was working on his weight lifting regimen.

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