Anger management
Take it easy. That's what they told Charlie when they released him from the medical bay. Take it easy. Don't overwork yourself. Rest.
He couldn't do that. Not after the way he screwed up. He couldn't "take it easy". He couldn't just lie around on the game room couch, watching t.v.
Charlie made his way to the workout room, ignoring the aching pain still shooting through his entire body. He couldn't sit still. No-he didn't WANT to sit still. His teammates often poked fun at him about his "workout addiction". Normally, he'd just laugh along with them, but right now? Charlie didn't want to deal with any of that. Right now, he just wanted to blow off steam, and take out some of that pent-out frustration on a punching bag.
When he entered the workout room, Charlie placed his shield next to one of the weight benches. He shouldn't be lifting weights without a spotter. He shouldn't be benching that much. Hell, he shouldn't be lifting weights at all.
Toni had been kidnapped by those Dark Rider bastards. Toni had been kidnapped, and he couldn't stop them. He tried, but it wasn't could enough. He tried, and he got his ass handed to him.
They said that it wasn't his fault. His parents told him. His teammates. Everyone. They told him that he was overpowered, and they didn't blame him. Once they knew where she was, they'd go and get Toni.
He didn't believe them. He fucked up big time. He could've stopped Toni from being kidnapped. He let her down, and the entire team.
It was all his fault.
Not caring how much he was sweating already, Charlie continued to bench weights, ignoring the sharp pain shooting through his entire body.
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