"...yeeeeees?" I say, head tilting with the question. I eye his hands, suddenly not too sure I really want to put myself in the line of fire, because the only other thing around here he could've been hitting is a tree, and I'm not just not that solid.

Then again, I've lived through worse than a potentially cranky Captain America.

"Why wouldn't I be? You punch, I dodge, and I figure out what the heck it is I'm doing for biophysics next week in the process. It's time well-spent." I toss my messenger bag over to the side, and start to undo the buttons of my dress shirt; I'm coming straight from class, and I didn't have a chance to change. "Let's go."