Chapter One
A girl with long, brown hair pulled up into a ponytail stood alone in a gym, punching a punching bag. She wore a slightly tight black tank and loose, grey sweats. Sweat glistened on her shoulders and forearms. She continued to punch the bag relentlessly until the red pleather ripped open. She wasn't surprise to see that it fell to the floor afterward. She barely glanced down at the bag at her feet and kicked it, causing it to slide quickly on the other side of the gym.
"That's impressive," said a male voice behind her. She rolled her eyes and blew a strand of hair out of her eyes as she got another punching bag. She hung it up, still not looking behind her. "I hear that you have a very impressive track record."
"Look, I don't know what you're asking for," she turned around to see a tall, black man standing there with his hands behind his back.. "But I'm not interested or care about what you have to say. If you can do me a favor, please leave me alone. You're ruining my vibe."
She didn't need to deal with anyone right now, all she need to do was to practice. Practice. Practice. She wouldn't stop until she was perfect-or better. To track down the man that had took her away from her family and made her into this monster. She would harm him, worse than he had done her. And possibly kill her.
She kicked the bag with one, strong, stroke. Her strength in her kick left a basketball sized hole in the size of the pleather fabric.
"What ever you say," he paused, "Girl Rush."
She steadied the bag in front of her. She licked her lips and then bit her lip. "How did you know it was me. Are you F.B.I or something? You can't arrest me, It's not like I did anything wrong."
He let out a chuckle, "I would think differently. The way you leave those petty criminals behind is quite a shame, I'm surprised they didn't catch your stupid ass already."
She let out a puff of air, a cocky smirk was portrayed on her lips. She whipped her body around. "Calling me names, won't help me to help you, you know. Besides, I'm still waiting for your credentials."
"Nick Fury, Director of S.H.I.E.L.D." His overall demeanor made him come off that he was serious.
She let out a laugh, "Did you make that name up your self? Seriously? You think I'm going to believe that you're apart of that agency? What a load of bull-"
"I would watch the way you speak to me considering the fact that I offered our services and the fact that I am a highly trained officer. Now please, Girl Rush-Renee if you'd like to be called that. Take my offer, you won't be disappointed." He let out a gloved hand, ready for a handshake.
"Shove off. I don't need any of this crap." Her ponytail followed her as she whipped her body around to continue her punches and kicks. Each one faster and more powerful of a blow, causing the filling to fall to the ground.
"Did I mention we offer a place to stay?" it seemed that this Nick Fury wasn't going to stop pestering her, "Because it seems like you have a nice set up here."
The jab some-what stung her, she knew he was inferencing her beat up duffel and sleeping bag that had been tucked away in a gym. She stopped punching the bag in front of her, "I'll think about it."
"Good, because I think you would come in handy on the team." His tone seemed like he was overall pleased with himself.
"Don't think I'll join!" She shouted at him, "Because I said I would "think" about it. So don't get yourself on the high horse just yet, Mr. Fury."