Post by heroesdreamer on Oct 3, 2021 18:52:21 GMT -7
Mettle was in the training room, testing his endurance and limits by himself. While he preferred working with the other teens that made up their team, he also wanted to figure out just how strong he was without running the risk of hurting other people, so that was why he was by himself for now. He was currently punching an extra durable punching bag, rigged up just for him that was meant to withstand the force of his oversized fists and trying to imagine beating up a powerful enemy, but to be honest, his heart wasn't totally in it.
Mettle wanted to surf like he had in Hawaii, but how? He was too big and bulky to ride on a normal board, and in spite of him asking Dr. Pym about getting a special board made, it hadn't been made yet due to training still going on. One final whack and Mettle shook himself off and headed outside, though he took the time to don the long coat and hat he'd worn out his first night here. At least I don't have to worry about sweating he thought, still finding it a marvel that not only did his metal skin protect him, it also cooled him off enough so he didn't have to sweat. Lifting his face to the cool night breeze, he went for a walk, but this time heading toward the water that he knew was out there.
About two hours later, he found himself on a beach, the surf spraying his tired face and feet as the moon rose over the horizon. "So beautiful" he sighed, rubbing the back of his neck as he breathed in the salty air and closed his eyes, remembering times past when he would surf at night, just him and the waves. He understood why Dr. Pym wanted to wait, as whatever was fashioned for him needed to support his weight, otherwise he would sink and as his body was made of metal, it would sink fast. He also had no idea if he could survive underwater or if he would just drown, and yet the ocean was calling to him.
He took a step toward the water then one more, it was almost like he was being hypnotized though as far as he knew, he was alone on the beach. He walked until the water was up to his knees, then he paused, simply enjoying the feel of the water on his legs. He chuckled as he felt the slight brushing of tiny fish, he knew they were confused that his legs were harder than the normal human skin they usually encountered, and he took one more step, then he was jolted out of the trance by his cell phone going off. Picking it up, he said "Hello?" before shaking his head and answering "Yeah, I'm okay. Just went to the beach, I'm heading back now."
He looked down once he was out of the water, rapping his fist against one of his thighs and relieved as nothing had seemed to crack or rust. At least he could report that to Dr. Pym later, but now he needed to head home. Saying goodbye, he hung up and started walking back to the center, feeling a bit better but still hoping he could get that special surfboard soon.
Mettle wanted to surf like he had in Hawaii, but how? He was too big and bulky to ride on a normal board, and in spite of him asking Dr. Pym about getting a special board made, it hadn't been made yet due to training still going on. One final whack and Mettle shook himself off and headed outside, though he took the time to don the long coat and hat he'd worn out his first night here. At least I don't have to worry about sweating he thought, still finding it a marvel that not only did his metal skin protect him, it also cooled him off enough so he didn't have to sweat. Lifting his face to the cool night breeze, he went for a walk, but this time heading toward the water that he knew was out there.
About two hours later, he found himself on a beach, the surf spraying his tired face and feet as the moon rose over the horizon. "So beautiful" he sighed, rubbing the back of his neck as he breathed in the salty air and closed his eyes, remembering times past when he would surf at night, just him and the waves. He understood why Dr. Pym wanted to wait, as whatever was fashioned for him needed to support his weight, otherwise he would sink and as his body was made of metal, it would sink fast. He also had no idea if he could survive underwater or if he would just drown, and yet the ocean was calling to him.
He took a step toward the water then one more, it was almost like he was being hypnotized though as far as he knew, he was alone on the beach. He walked until the water was up to his knees, then he paused, simply enjoying the feel of the water on his legs. He chuckled as he felt the slight brushing of tiny fish, he knew they were confused that his legs were harder than the normal human skin they usually encountered, and he took one more step, then he was jolted out of the trance by his cell phone going off. Picking it up, he said "Hello?" before shaking his head and answering "Yeah, I'm okay. Just went to the beach, I'm heading back now."
He looked down once he was out of the water, rapping his fist against one of his thighs and relieved as nothing had seemed to crack or rust. At least he could report that to Dr. Pym later, but now he needed to head home. Saying goodbye, he hung up and started walking back to the center, feeling a bit better but still hoping he could get that special surfboard soon.