"Alright then Parker" Steve said as he tied the boxing tape around Peter's hands "D'you know what kind of boxer you are?"

"A bad one?" Peter asked, this gaining a laugh from Carol who was sitting next to Natasha, the two of them sitting with a large bucket of popcorn each and a huge selection of drinks for them to share.

"No, you fight right handed Pete, that makes you an Orthodox fighter" Steve said with a grin "That's the most common type of fighting style in boxing as most people are dominantly left handed, d'you know what left-handed fighters are called?"

"Southpaws right?" Peter asked.

"That's right" Steve said, standing up and slapping Peter on the back of his hands, gesturing for Peter to get up and move into the ring with him "It's a very uncommon fighting style and most orthodox fighters hate fighting southpaws because of a so called 'Southpaw jinx'" Steve explained, pulling on his boxing gloves before throwing another pair to Peter "Now the name I always used to describe myself was a converted southpaw, I used to fight left handed but when Luna started training me during the war she refused to train me unless I learned to fight right handed"

"Why?" Peter asked as he pulled on his gloves.

"Because with the way right handed fighters stand their feet are positioned to withstand powerful punches from another right handed fighter, but with a blow coming from the left hand they aren't positioned to take a powerful blow from the direction and it's more likely to knock them over" Steve said, beginning to dance around  "It also throws off the orthodox fighter's timing in the their punches as the southpaw can usually interrupt their larger swings with their right hand with blows to the face because they aren't guarding that side of their body"

"And that's why Luna didn't want you fighting southpaw?" Peter asked.

"Yeah, her biggest and probably only weakness in a fight is that she cannot adapt to a southpaw's fighting style, she outright refuses to fight them" Steve said, rolling his shoulders.

"Right, that'll come in handy the next time I go up against the Ice Queen" Peter growled, cracking his neck and moving towards Steve.

"Good, you're eager to get knocked out aren't you Peter?" Steve said, throwing a stiff right jab aimed for Peter's head.

Instead of dodging the blow as he would usually, Peter raised up his arm and deflected the blow, this leaving Steve's right side open for a left hook.

The hit connected but did practically nothing, Peter's left hook being pathetically weak compared to his right.

"Nice try Peter" Steve chuckled, dodging Peter's follow up right hook and slamming his fist into his stomach, causing the smaller fighter to lean over slightly which opened up him to a vicious left handed uppercut from Steve, knocking Peter flat onto his back.

Instead of laying down like he usually did, Peter used the momentum to roll over his right shoulder and get back to his feet, diving forward with his right arm cocked back for another powerful hook only to have Steve dodge to the side, forcing Peter to pivot straight into another hook, a right one this time, that sent the teen spinning to the floor.

"Come on Peter" Steve called "Stay on your feet!"

Peter caught himself on his hands as he fell, spinning back up onto his feet, ducking forward before leaping up with a spinning uppercut, this catching Steve off-guard and causing the blow to connect with his jaw.

"Shoryuken!" Peter yelled.

Steve stumbled back, his eyes locking onto Peter as he recovered his foot, ducking under Peter's next barbaric left hook and angling his body so that Peter's right jab would glide off his ribs with left damage, ducking down Peter's arm before slamming his fist into his stomach, Peter gasping loudly, as Steve continued to unleash vicious body blows that back Peter into the corner.

"Well, Pete's fucked" Natasha said, crunching a mouthful of popcorn.

"Is yours buttered or salted?" Carol asked through a mouthful of her own popcorn.

"Buttered, can't stand salt" Natasha responded.

"Weirdo" Carol said before turning back to the fight "Come on Peter!"

Peter was once again being beaten to a pulp in the corner, trying desperately to get his hands low enough to protect his middle from the devastating scores of punches Steve was unleashing.

Deciding that that wasn't going to work he did something he knew wasn't going to work, he put all of his strength into his core and tried to push Steve back, the bigger man losing ground for a brief moment before connecting another hook to Peter's jaw, this knocking him back.

"Ugh" Peter groaned, attempting the strategy again only to have the second punch, a much more powerful one knock him straight to the floor.

Using the space he had down on the floor he threw himself out of the corner and into a wider area, getting back to his feet and ducking under a swing from Steve only to be caught out by a feinted right jab, a left hook catching him in the side and knocking down again, his arms on the ropes desperately trying to hold him up.

"You've gotta keep your footwork steady Peter" Steve said "You're trying to push me with your arms instead of your legs, your legs can muster more force than any other part of your body and can give you some serious power when you need it"

"Right" Peter said, getting back to his feet and wiping his gloves on his suit, no better way to break the new duds in than this he thought.

Steve came in for another powerful right hook and instead of attempting to dodge or counter, Peter merely activated his adhesive powers, brought his hands up to his head and tensed his core muscles as the strike hit him like a truck, his back cracking as it sustained the blow, his arms now in agony.

"Nice going Peter" Natasha called "He's getting better at this"

"I know, d'you think he'll be able to beat Steve soon?" Carol asked her friend.

"Now, now Ms Danvers, let's not get ahead of ourselves here" Natasha said with a wave of her finger "Early days yet"

Peter sustained another blow from Steve, this one stronger than before, and he began to feel his arms failing him, them screaming for him to move or dodge of do anything besides take another hit.

As Peter saw Steve cocking his fist back for another brutal swing, this one sure to smash right through his guard, he limbered up his legs and prepared a new move.

Steve threw the punch with all his might, but Peter, still using his adhesive power, bent over, his knees bending at a ninety degree angle as the punch sailed straight over his head.

Peter then swung his body around and, as he straightened his knees, threw the best left hook he could into Steve's jaw, hoping to use his upset balance to knock him down to the ground.

The punch connected, Steve stumbled, but he caught himself before he went down.

"Huh... I didn't expect that" Steve said "Good move Peter"

"Thank you" Peter nodded, smiling proudly.

Steve then smashed his hands together and gained a more determined look on his face before speaking again.

"Looks like I'm gonna have to step it up a notch" he chuckled.

"Oh fuck me" Peter said in a terrified tone as Steve rushed forward and began to wipe the floor with him, as he had done in their first proper sparring match. Next Chapter: Statistics Estimated time remaining: 4 Hours, 29 Minutes