Alessandra Jane Rogers' heart was pounding in her ears as she ducked a fist that was aiming for her face. She quickly rose back up, and caught the same fist as it tried again in her own hand, and twisted it. A grunt came from her opponent as she quickly twisted the arm behind his back as she shoved the man to the floor, and pinned him down. Just then, the door opened to the training room, and someone walked in. Alessandra looked up as her opponent squirmed under her, and she saw a tall, African American walk in. Her eyes widened slightly, and she got off her opponent quickly.
Instantly, he jumped up. Oblivious to their guest, as Alessandra's older brother, James, rose, he looked at her with disgust.
"That was the best you could do?" He muttered. Even though he had lost to his sister who was a year younger than he was, he wanted a rematch. "I mean, considering you're the daughter of-"
James couldn't finish his statement, because Alessandra placed a hand over his mouth, and used her other hand to grab his arm and turn him to face their guest, who was watching with a small smile.
When she realized her older brother was too stunned and confused to speak, Alessandra spoke up as she removed her hand from James' mouth and walked towards the man.
"Can I help you?" She asked as she crossed her arms, stopping about 10 feet from the man.
"Are you Alessandra Rogers?" He asked.
"Possibly. What do you want?" She asked, sass creeping up into her voice.
"My name is Nick Fury. Your parents worked for SHIELD. I worked with them." The man said, smiling at her sass.
"I've heard of you. Nice to meet you." She said, her chin tilted up slightly. Fury held out a hand, and she shook it.
"It's nice to meet you too Alessandra." He replied.
"Alex, please." She corrected him. She hated people using her full name. It was too girly in her mind. As Fury glanced back at her brother, she did also, motioning for him to come forward. He did so.
"This is my brother James."
Fury shook hands with James, who had finally found his tongue. "Pleased to meet you sir. Our parents had talked quite a bit about you."
"Only good things I hope" Fury stated as he laughed.
Both James and Alex forced a laugh, but looked at each other with a knowing look.
"Speaking of which, where are your parents? I need to speak to them."
"They're out right now. They won't be back until this evening." James said.
"Well, it's rather urgent that I talk to them. Is there any way I can meet them wherever they're at?" Fury asked, looking at his watch.
"I'm afraid we don't know where they went. You see-" Alex started, but just then, was cut off by her younger brother, Steve Jr., who was talking as he walked in.
"Hey Alex, thanks for leaving the front door open. It saved me time and-" Steve stopped as he noticed the guest. Alex motioned for her ten year old brother to come over to her, and he did so. He stood in front of her, and she stood with her hands on his shoulders.
"Mr. Fury, this is Steve Jr. The youngest of the Roger clan."
Steve Jr., being the polite gentleman he was, just like his father, held out his hand. "It's nice to meet you Mr. Fury. I've heard many great things about you and SHIELD. Our parents were proud to serve under you."
As Fury smiled and shook his hand, Alex gripped Steve's shoulder a little tighter, but he didn't flinch.
"I'm glad to hear that Steve. That's actually why I'm here today. To talk to your parents about SHIELD." Fury said, meeting Alex's emerald colored eyes. She nodded slightly.
"I'll see if I can get a hold of them. No promises." And with that, she was walking out of the room and upstairs.
Both James and Steve Jr. looked at each other, and then at Fury.
"Wont you join us upstairs?"