Yeah, yeah, I'm — ( not technically fine, per se, given how her arms feel like they're burning from the inside out from the exertion, but she'll get there. ) I'm good, I swear.

( but his recommendation isn't a bad one. she just needs a minute to catch her breath, rubbing her palm across her opposite arm, gentle pressure against the muscles as if to will them to come back to life. )

Must be more gravity on this moon or something. I didn't think fifty pounds would be that heavy, as totally insane as that sounds.

( there's a moment where skye considers doing the subtle, normal thing. lifting a smaller weight — maybe twenty pounds? — and just doing the reps, acting like this is a thing she totally does every day. but subtlety just ain't her bag. )

You're... uh. You're Steve Rogers. ( cool cool cool. ) Captain Rogers, I mean.