Alba stared at the row of weights in front of him with contempt. It had been over a week since the mission at the museum, and the doctors wanted him to start exercising his injured limbs more. Alba had been dreading and putting it off as long as possible, but boredom had finally won out. At least the wheelchair wasn't so much of an issue anymore. He still used it on occasion to get around, or if his shoulder was bothering him, but he preferred not to when he could.

And so, there we was, standing in the workout area of the exercise facilities the base had to offer with a crutch under each arm, a heavy bandage on his leg that was hidden by the sweatpants he wore, and trying to decide where to even begin.