Atlas Gym, Tuesday

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Clint had fully intended to work out and deal with administrative crap today, but mail had been piling up and something was wonky with one of the indoor pool's filters and Clint was pretty sure if he left everything for Natasha he'd get a deathglare that would actually turn him to stone (what, she was totally capable of that) so he was at the main desk, twirling around in his chair as he sat on hold with the pool people. At least their hold music wasn't too terrible.

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[robinonadderall]

Stiles had made a promise to Derek in exchange for pancake bites so here he was, fulfilling it. It might be the only time you'd ever see him in a gym.

Mr. Barton didn't seem particularly busy but Stiles stood there politely while he...twirled.