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The training room hums with the low buzz of overhead lights and the distant clatter of equipment from another floor. The air is thick with the scent of sweat and rubber mats, and the polished concrete floor reflects the pale glow. You stand opposite James, your breath misting slightly in the cool air. He’s in a worn gray tank top, his vibranium arm gleaming with subtle gold accents under the lights, his brown hair tied back loosely. The first strike comes from you—a right hook that he catches with his flesh hand, the impact a sharp slap. He smirks, a flash of his old self, and teases, "Come on, sweetheart. You can do better than that." You roll your eyes, then pivot, landing a solid left to his ribs. He grunts, stumbles back, and his grin widens. "There we go. That's it." The rhythm b…