James stood in the training room, running through the information on his data pad. He'd been over it twice and was just giving it a final read before setting it down and taking off his track suit jacket. The pad contained the latest reports from Dinah who had been working with the Titans with everything that had gone on. They'd all endured various forms of mental trauma over the last year and James wanted to make sure that they were holding up. He'd lived through what that kind of stress could do and didn't want any of them to have to go it alone.

That said, his newest concern was Ginnie's younger brother, Ned. While Ginnie hadn't said anything outright to him about it, James knew that she'd been worrying about Ned. In fact, she'd been worrying about him in such a way that James recognized it from the days where he was overprotective of Lydia. Granted, he'd still put a round in someone's head for her, but she'd been through so much in the last year, that even James had to admit that his little sister was growing up. That said, he'd sent a text to Ned and asked him to show up at the Tower for a private lesson.

"Well, no sense in not getting a little warm up in before he gets here..." He said to no one in particular. "JARVIS, direct our guest to the training room when he gets here."

James pulled the shield out of his bag and docked it with the magnetic link on his hand. The red and white disk clipped firmly into place and then James was off. He started with a lap around the room to get the blood pumping. Then, he dropped into a roll and came up, flipping onto the pommel horse and landing on his hand. He balanced himself on one hand and threw the shield at the nearest wall, letting the mag-locks disengage. The disk went flying and James switched off to holding himself up with the cybernetic right hand. The shield pinged off the far wall and came flying back in to James' area. He caught the under side strap and flung it again with the right hand, trying to keep his momentum.

The shield pinged off the first wall at a slightly different angle and James brought both hands down to the pommel horse. He dropped himself down a few inches and then pushed off, grabbing the rings and swinging down to the ground. As he hit the ground he took two steps forward and raised his left hand, catching the shield. He tossed it up and it locked back on to his wrist after it came down.

James walked over and detached his shield, slipping it into his bag again. Then he pulled out a water bottle and took a sip. It wasn't a full workout, but it was enough to get the blood pumping and loosen him up a little bit. Depending on how this was going to work, James wanted to be warmed up. It made him feel better about being tossed around, if that had to happen.

Ned was having an off day. This was a planned day of no revision, no work, no workouts, no nothing. Just sitting around all day eating doughnuts, pizzas and everything he could get away with for his cheat day. He was taking the day just binging the new stranger things season and trying to beat one of Ginnie’s strategy games on a harder difficulty then he usually played on. For all Ned was concerned this was all he was going to do today and it was going to be a good one.

”New Message from James, Buchanan, Barnes, Junior… Huh I don’t you having a friend called that, or a contact saved on your phone.” Friday chirped from Ned’s phone.

”That’s because I don’t. She’s Ginnie’s… something? She hasn’t really told me what’s going on with the two of them” he told Friday as he opened the message to read what the good captain had sent him and groaned at it. ”Friday, is there any way I can blow him off without pissing off Ginnie?” He asked his A.I. companion

”It seems not. It is unwise to not listen to him seeing as your sister does run the Avengers.” Friday responded back to Ned in her usual upbeat tone of voice.

Ned just responded with a sigh and finished the doughnut he was eating before changing into more appropriate wear for sparring rather than his pajama pants and a loose hanging t-shirt. It seemed like he wasn’t going to enjoy his relaxing day off after all, but when an Avenger comes calling you better answer. Well. If an Avenger besides Aileen comes calling, as usually when she did she had an ulterior motive, such as the time she just needed somebody to make her coffee as she was too get it herself. He collected his stuff and made his way out of the house and got an uber to the tower.

He entered the Tower and was instantly greeted with the familiar voice of Jarvis.

”Good Morning Mr. Stark, Mr. Barnes has requested your attendance in training room 1. Please follow the green lights.”

”No problem J, from what I hear, better not keep him waiting,” Ned said as he followed the lights shone by Jarvis leading his way down to to the training room just in time to see the last of James’ impressive display. Which he responded with a whistle and a small applause.

”It’s honestly more impressive to see it in person rather on tv… filmed from a distance… with a lot of debris and dust block- you know what I don’t think I’ve ever seen you properly fight on TV.” He said with a small smirk on his face.

”So what now? Gonna spar mano e mano? Have my ass handed to me repeatedly, you know I can barely beat Aileen in a fight, so I would like some handicaps in case we do.”