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Atlas Gym, Friday

There were days when Barney was just so bored with sitting around, waiting for one of his plans to go through or ~~for his friends to give their car a death sentence~~ a hot chick to arrive at the gym, that he whipped out perfect squares of brightly colored paper and worked some Japanese origami magic.

Barney Stinson, Master of Folding, Personal Trainer, Gym Manager was at your service.

Or, you know, hiding in ~~Wolverine's~~ his office from the cycling dudes. Their legs were scary.

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Yanking down hard enough to break the hold-- or his wrist. Which ever.--Wade moved forward into his space for an elbow to the face and to avoid getting kicked.

"You did that trailing off thing again," Wade pointed out.

"Looks like I did," Nate replied, after his head had straightened enough to do it, shifting back for a moment.

"And that means you're thinking," Wade replied. "In that 'I might be planning to take over the island' sort of way."

Nate raised an eyebrow at him. Because even he saw that was a long stretch.

Which didn't stop him at all from coming in with his own roundhouse. His mind was working, but really, plotting was not a good idea for the middle of a spar.

...It was Nate.

Not a long stretch at all.

Getting knocked back hard, Wade frowned before crouching down for a leg sweep. "Plotty! Not allowed when you're all... you!"

Moving quickly out of the way-- that really was one of Wade's favorite moves-- Nate replied, "I might be heading back home to see if I can find a way to check up on Jan."

Because that was clearly the issue here.

Wade paused for a moment, blinking at him. "Really?"

"Yep," he said, and went for the free punch.

"STOP THAT!" Wade fell onto his back, kicking both feet up at his jaw as he pushed up into a handstand.

Nate smirked at him. "I think you should come along," he said.

Rolling onto he feet, Wade darted forward, jumping up to aim a knee at Nate's chest. "Maybe I will!"

"Good--" Nate grabbed for that leg-- had to watch out for a potential blow to the head, so he allowed for some possible contact.

Elbow down on his head at that. "Can I get her a toy? Is she older now? I mean, time travel and all..."

Saw that one coming. Which meant he could roll with it-- figuratively-- use his grip to toss Wade. Hopefully a couple of feet.

But Wade was bouncy. Like a ball. A rubber ball.

"Maybe a toy sword? You think kids like toy weapons?"

It didn't take a genius to figure that one out, which is why Nate was already shifting sideways and kicking before he could launch into another attack. "Not until she's older. Choking hazard."

Leaning back and arms crossed to block, Wade pushed back to knock him off balance. "Plushie ones?"

"Maybe," he replied, dropping his leg and taking the one step back to compensate, moving for a blow to the head on the other side.

Wade was already moving down to tackle his thighs. "And books about going to the bathroom!"

Nate snapped his knee up. "Maybe a little early."

"Ow." Wade went for a nice, friendly punch to the groin for that. "But she'll need it eventually!"

Okay, not going to happen and that was one fast shift out of the way.

And an elbow to Wade's head for the trouble. "I'll leave the shopping to you."

"But you're the mom!" Wade said, rubbing his head and kicking in a way that might break a knee.

And here Nate thought getting his knees broken was more of a Wade thing... so his metal hand shot down to grab that leg before anything got damaged in ways he didn't want to deal with. "You-- sure about that?"

"Much more maternal than anyone here," Wade shot back, using the hold on his leg to support himself as he jumped on the free leg to kick him in the face.

...That was gonna hurt his knee a lot.

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