Hey guys! What's up? So I decided to do a Captain America fanfiction! Yay! Of course, it's an OC, because I love OC's! Bucky will be the other main character in the story as of right now, because I really love his character and I wanted to write about him. As for pairings, I'm not going to say!
So yeah, this is my first Captain America fanfiction, so please leave me a review or PM me and let me know what you thought! Thanks a million! :)
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I waited patiently in the Director's office, playing with my hands and twisting my ankles nervously. Fury never called anyone into his office unless something horrible had happened, or unless you had done something very wrong in my experience. The latter didn't really apply to me, at least as far as I knew. The first could be a possibility though. You never knew with Fury.
I checked my watch for the umpteenth time it seemed like; the face read 12:47 PM. I was called to his office at about 12:00. What was taking so long?
The lack of contact at all was making me extremely nervous. Usually they would have told me I would need to wait for a few minutes before I could see the Director. This time, however, they said nothing. No one even came in to see if I was still sitting in the chair I'd been directed to sit in over forty-five minutes earlier. This must have been really bad.
I zipped open my go bag, searching for my pocket mirror. I might as well check my makeup while I waited, right? I almost never had the bag with me, it stayed in a corner in my office, but because of the urgency of the call, I decided to take it. Last time I was called with such urgency, I was told to leave immediately to Paris, the place where I stayed undercover for over eight months. A solo mission. It was one if the worst experiences of my life.
After digging for a good minute, I finally found the plastic square. Pulling it out, I flipped it open. I sighed a breath of relief when I saw my light brown curls had stayed in place. It was windy at six when I arrived at base, and I was worried they might have lost their volume in six hours, but they were as curly as ever. My eyes were a light blue grey, a very pretty color in my opinion, and they contrasted my not overly pale skin beautifully. My makeup was not smudged. My smokey eyeshadow, light red lipstick, and even mascara, unbelievably, were all in place and in order.
I sighed as I zipped my bag back up. I was beginning to be bored and nervous; not a very good combination. It made me antsy and even more nerve-racked. I tried to relax by studying his office, even though nothing in his office was exactly what I would define as relaxing.
Almost every part of his office was a midnight black or dark grey, including the walls. His desk was black metal, not wood like a traditional desk. Actually, the only part of his office that wasn't black or grey were the files on his desk; for the most part they were tan, even though some held a grey tint. His chair was hulking and black. The shelves, screens, computers, all held the grey SHIELD symbol which I knew well, and otherwise were encased in black. Even the lights in the room seemed dark, and they didn't have a point of origin, making the place even more creepy. It wasn't the most welcoming place to be certain, but Fury didn't intend it to be. It almost reflected him.
I was studying his the front part of his desk intently, searching for any imperfections, (which never appeared, not even finger prints) when I heard the large metal door open behind me. I stood immediately, clasping my hands behind my back. A moment later, Fury walked through, in his classic black coat and black SHIELD dress underneath, matching the black eyepatch.
"Agent Marnet. Congratulations on your latest assignment." Fury said as he shook my hand. He almost never gave compliments or congratulations for that matter. Something really bad must have happened.
"Thank you Director." I responded respectfully. Truly, that was the biggest compliment I'd ever received from him, and as far as I knew, we were always on good terms from the beginning.
I waited until he sat in his large chair to seat myself. I was only respectful, and right now, I was guessing I should give as much respect as humanly possible. I sat only a few feet away from him, but I could still feel the power of his steely gaze as I sat in the same chair I'd waited in. I looked up to see him staring; not angrily, not in a threatening manor, but almost like he was studying me, trying to find information on something I didn't know about. Still, he wore the same expression as ever, not letting me know anything else about what his intentions were.
"Agent, how much do you know about the Winter Soldier?" He asked as he started searching for a file somewhere on his desk. This was odd, usually he didn't start out with a question. Usually it was a command, a demand for a report, a shout fest for something or the other, anything besides what he was doing right now.
I cleared my throat a bit nervously. "Well, I know that most of the intelligence community, including SHIELD, doesn't believe he exists. He's a shadow, never to have been caught, or even definably seen. The few who do claim to have seen him always contribute some kind of injury to the claim, suggesting he's violent in nature, and almost never fails in assassinating his target. We do not know, to the best of my knowledge, his whereabouts, targets, motivator, or motives." I finished.
"You seem to have a profound knowledge of him. Did you study him in the academy?" Fury asked, pulling a file from the bottom of a stack. He must have practiced that, because the files above didn't move an inch as he did so.
"Agents Barton and Romanov Sir." I responded. He knew exactly what I meant when I said that. He nodded slightly as he turned the folder towards him.
Covering it with his arms, he leaned forward towards me. "And what about you, Agent Marnet? What do you believe?" He inquired.
I thought for a moment before answering. I knew people on a very personal level that had been attacked by him, left with scars of the past. I knew that one in particular would not lie to me about it. So I chose my answer carefully.
"I believe there is substantial evidence that the Winter Soldier does not exist. The lack of contact, sightings, and other forensic evidence. That being said, I also believe there is a balancing amount of information confirming his existence. Scars on agents, stories from the most reliable of agents that always match up with the accounts of others, the fact that he hasn't been able to be caught, and the destruction he can cause without being spotted all match with his description.
"To answer your question directly, I can't say exactly. Some of the agents I know believe in him very strongly, while other agents say that he does not. I personally have not encountered him, so truthfully, I can't say wether or not I believe in him."
It really was the most straight forward answer I could give. I did believe, but I didn't. It was hard to express, even if I had pondered about it in length before.
Fury said nothing for a moment before leaning back. Then he turned the file towards me and slid it forward. The name under the code number was James Buchanan Barnes. I looked to Fury questioningly. He inclined his head slightly, indicating that I should open the folder.
I'd heard about James Barnes before, not only in history textbooks, but also from the SHIELD academy. He was the only Commando to fight with Captain America and actually give his life for the country. For years it was believed that the Captain also gave his life for America, but only a few years back, SHIELD found him frozen in the ice, still alive.
He looked quite similar to the drawings in the textbooks, but even the black and white photos of the mid 1900's depicted him better. He was handsome and strong, fully geared and standing next to Captain America, James's arm slung around his war partner's shoulders. The picture was clipped above documents.
Hundreds of them, I realized as I thumbed through the pages. Anything from his army record, background information, application to the army, mission records, and even cause of death, told by Captain America himself. The file was probably bigger than your average paperback. I flipped through each page, reading bits and pieces. It would take anyone at least a few days to read the entire thing.
I flipped the file closed and set it back onto the desk. "I'm sorry Sir. I don't understand what you want me to gather from this."
Fury pulled the file back to him. "I don't expect you to. At least not yet, Agent Marnet. But I do expect this much from you. Listen to everything I say very carefully. It won't make much sense in the beggining, but you're smart, and you're one of my top agents. You should be able to figure out what I'm trying to tell you."
I knew asking questions this early would do me know good. Even though I was bursting out the seems with questions, they would have to wait. "Of course Sir. I'll try as best as I can to understand."
"James Buchanan Barnes is not dead. In fact, he's very much alive. We all believed, for a time, he wasn't. We had every reason to believe in his death. He fell hundreds of stories off of a moving train to the ground with nothing to slow him down. Every piece of evidence we owned said he should be and was dead, including the statement from Steve Rogers.
"As it turned out, we were all wrong. He was captured by a man by the name of Arnim Zola. You probably know him as one of the founders of the Red Skull, or HYDRA. James was nearly dead at the time he was found by Zola, and ended up loosing his arm in the fall. But still, he survived being dragged through the snow countless miles until they reached the first HYDRA base.
"By the time they arrived, James had lost over two pints of blood. He was almost unconscious and delusional from the cold of the snow, the shock of falling, and blood loss. We're not sure what their initial plan for him was, but we assume they would try and extract information about the U.S. plans for the war. What we do know is what happened after he was brought to the HYDRA base.
"He was brainwashed by way of electrical impulses being shot through his brain over and over. We aren't sure how many times it happened, or all the memories he lost or were altered. We do know that his brain, for the time, was re-wrote, wired so he would obey every beck and call of HYDRA. They even gave him a metal arm to replace the one he lost.
"He became a master assassin. One of the best the world has ever known. He killed people, we estimate over one thousand, in any way needed or possible to fill the needs of HYDRA. James Barnes became one of HYDRA's top agents.
"He did all of it without his own brain. He wasn't control of his own actions. James did it as a shell of himself. Whenever they suspected he was remembering things they wanted him to forget, they brainwashed him again.
"He became known widely as the Winter Soldier; like you said, a ghost who never aged and never stopped killing. We suspect when he was captured by HYDRA the first time he was given a serum close to that of Captain America, making him youthful for the rest of his life."
At this point Fury slid forward a picture of the Winter Soldier. He had on a mask and goggles, all of which looked menacing. His hair had grown out to his shoulders, and his left arm was made of silver metal with a red star on the shoulder. He didn't look anything like James did.
"He somehow always managed to stay off of our radar, and kill hundreds of our agents without being detected, until the fight this spring. The uprising of HYDRA. I know you were a part of it, fighting with and for SHIELD. You know most of the details, but I'll review.
"The Winter Soldier was sent to kill Captain America who had lied on my orders about my death to one of the leaders of HYDRA. Not only did he almost complete his job, but he almost managed to kill Romanov and the Falcon as well. Rogers didn't know he was his old friend until he took off his mask. From that point on Rogers tried to re-write his memories, tried to spark Barnes's memory.
"Turns out his work wasn't in vain. He was brainwashed again the first time he started to remember Rogers, but the second time, as they were fighting in the Helicarrier, James did start to remember. When Cap was thrown into the water and almost drowned to death, James jumped after him and saved him, pulling him onto the shore. From that time on Cap had been searching for his friend, now with the knowledge that his memory could be sparked again.
"Until recently, Barnes was on the run and untraceable. After two months of diligent searching, Barnes was found on the streets of New York, not threatening anyone, just very confused. He didn't even put up a fight when we loaded him into a SHIELD escort.
"We took him back here, and started his therapy with Rogers to support him. We used various forms of memory recovery, and in the end, we were been able to restore the better part of his brain and his memory, all without harming him in any way possible. Given it took almost a year; but still, the SHIELD doctors should be proud of themselves.
"For the past few weeks, we've been re-introducing him to the modern world. It's the first time he's been there since he wasn't in control of his brain. Four days ago, he asked if he could become an agent like Rogers. We screened him in any and every way possible. He even passed the better part of his psych screening, which was our primary concern. We decided to let him become an agent, especially because of his training." Fury finally stopped.
I was in shock, to say the very least. James Barnes, the Winter Soldier? That couldn't be possible. But everything that Fury said made sense, it just didn't comprehend in my mind. I tried to sort out my thoughts. Over and over. After a few minutes I was able to speak.
"That's a...shocking and astounding story to say the very least, but I'm sorry Sir, I don't understand what all of this has to do with me." I replied.
"Agent Marnet you know you are one of the very best I have, even if you're younger than almost all of the rest of our agents." Fury said as he buried the file once again.
"Yes Sir I do." It was the truth. I wasn't being vain or self centered, but it was true. I was in the standings of the best. I'd completed my training entirely by the age of 17, and over my six years of work, I'd seen, done, and accomplished more than agents with decades more experience than I did. I was trained by the best, and in result became the best.
"Agent, I want you stabilize him." Fury responded.
"I'm sorry?" I said.
"I want you to become his partner. You were suggested to me by many people for the job, including Barton and Romanov, and not only for the reasons you think. You do have a calming effect on people when you aren't in action. You fight well, and both of your styles compliment each other. You're younger than all of our agents, so you would be the best to bring him back into the world. Not to mention I know I can trust you with not only this assignment, but with anything I need you to do." Fury explained.
"So you want me to become his partner? A man I know nothing about?" I asked. Fury nodded.
"What about Agent Barton?" I questioned. He was not only my SO, but my partner. We had more trust in each other than anyone else in SHIELD, besides him and Natasha, who partnered with us when she wasn't with Rogers. He was my best friend.
"You'll still be his partner. You'll just be taking a leave from him for a while. While you're gone, he will partner with Agent Romanov."
I nodded as I tried to process everything that was happening. This was all so sudden and unexpected. I thought I was coming to his office for a mission or even a lecture or scolding, instead I came for an assignment.
"When do we start together?" I asked. I hoped I would have at least a little bit of an adjustment period to try and process everything running wild in my mind. But, of course, Fury didn't think like I did.
"As of right now." Fury stood as the door opened again. Who could possibly be coming in now?
If Fury stood, that obviously meant I needed to. I stood and turned, facing the door, to see the man we were talking about. Here he was. James Barnes in the flesh, a living legend.
He was taller than I expected, but just as muscular and stocky as I thought he would be. His dark brown hair was cut short, just like it was in World War Two, not long as it was when he was the Winter Soldier. He wore all black, not SHIELD gear as far as I could tell. His sleeves were short, so his metal arm was on full display. The red star on his shoulder was gone, but other than that everything looked the same. His eyes were a beautiful blue, not exactly the same color as mine, but close. His skin was pale, although not as pale as mine. Instead of bruised skin which I expected to see, his skin was clear and unblemished by bruises or even scars.
As I looked him over again, I could tell something was wrong. Maybe it was how distant his eyes looked. Maybe it was his posture; straight back, but his shoulders were very very slightly bent forward, as if he was exhausted. Or maybe it was even the look of hardly masked pain on his face that made him seem wrong. Whatever it was, something had happened to this man. This was not James Barnes, and this was not the Winter Soldier. This was a combination of the both.
He walked towards me and I walked away from the chair. He held out his non mechanical arm and I did the same as him.
"James Barnes ma'am. I've heard good things about you." He shook my hand firmly, but not to tight. His hand was warm and soft, which varied from his voice, which was almost like a recording, not exactly spot on. It wasn't cold, but it wasn't welcoming either. I tried not to think about the fact that he shot one of my best friends, albeit she didn't die.
"Agent Allison Marnet. Same to you. Thank you so much for your service." I responded.
It wasn't entirely a lie. I'd heard the great things that he had done with his time as a teen living in the World War 2 era. He'd saved the lives of hundreds of fellow soldiers, quite frankly saved the world, and even stood up for Steve Rogers when he was bullied, no matter what their age.
But the Winter Soldier, that was a different story. He did the exact opposite of that; caused havoc and did HYDRA's dirty work for them. Killed hundreds of SHIELD officers and even innocent civilians. It was ironic, actually, how much difference there was within in the same person.
Right then, I couldn't tell who he was. Winter Soldier, or James Barnes? I knew who I wanted him to be, but I rarely got what I wanted. The question wasn't really even who did HE want to be; it was who is he? Has he changed? Or is he just a shell of his former self? I couldn't tell. I was guessing that it would take more than a handshake to find out.
With all of that being said, he still seemed to be polite and respectful, just like I would have expected a 1940's gentleman to be. I though he would have been changed by time, by killing hundreds, by being in the 21st century. But I was wrong about that much. I guessed now that his brain was still thinking of how things were back in the days, especially because he didn't have his own thoughts for the past few decades. What I didn't know was if those were the only thoughts in his head.
Fury gestured for us to sit in our seats. I sat in the one I had earlier, while James sat in the one right next to mine. He walked stiffly, not to stiffly, but enough for me to notice. This was just starting to get weird.
"The mission is based in Rio de Janeiro. A SHIELD agent by the name of Polo Davis. there went AWOL about a week ago. The only contact we've had from him was a HYDRA encoded signal, so we have reason to believe that he works for HYDRA. As of now, we're trying to pinpoint his exact location. We should have his location within three days, judging by the time he sent the first signal. There wouldn't be any use for either of you if we didn't know where he was, so we decided to give you both two days to learn to work together and sort out any other issues this may bring up. Your plane leaves at 2:30 AM this Wednesday. The jet will be on loading dock S7. Be there. Dismissed." Fury said, looking down to another file on his desk, obviously saying it was time to go.
I did so without hesitation, as did James, both of us standing and heading out the door as soon as possible. He opened the door awkwardly for me, let me walk through, then let the door fall shut. It wasn't exactly smooth, but it was nice anyway. We stood outside his door silently and stiffly for a while before James started talking.
"Would you want to meet me at gym A at 6:00? We do need to get to know each other you know." He asked in a straightforward tone. Once again, he didn't sound hostile or angry just...off.
Clint and I had done this before. A getting to know you session. We had also done it at a gym, I guess that's just how we SHIELD agents got to know each other; through smacking down in a boxing ring. But that was my style anyway. I loved fighting, running, anything that involved using your body really. I just hoped that he wouldn't hit me with his metal arm to hard.
"Yeah, of course. Sounds like fun. See you then, partner." I replied. I was partially lying, it did not sound like a whole lot of fun. It sounded very awkward actually, just as awkward as it was now that I was walking away. But I did want to see his skill set and how it worked with mine.
I walked down the hallway smoothly, knowing exactly where I needed to go right now. The place I could always go when something crazy happened like this. Whenever I needed to talk, spar, or even needed a shoulder to cry on, I could always go there. And that's exactly where I planned to go.
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The room was dark, completely dark, except for a single light on the other side of the long room. It illuminated some of the scene in front of me, but not all of it. It was a gym that normally wasn't used; in fact, the only ones that had used it any time within the past nine years was myself, Clint, or Natasha. It was clean, with nothing out of place, nothing moving, and not a sound echoed throughout the room. Even still I knew where he would be.
I quickly chalked up my hands before wrapping them around the thick rope, and pulling up. My legs twisted around the tough twine as I used my upper, mid, and lower body to hoist myself up the rope. If I hadn't done this my fair share of times, I would have been scared out of my mind. I was terrified of heights when I first came to SHIELD. But after years and years of having to deal with heights and falling, I adjusted to it.
I climbed for another two or three minutes before reaching my destination right by the ceiling. It was a large mesh of nets and ropes, not solid, but nothing could fall through it. There sat the shadow I wanted to see.
"Hey Clint." I huffed as I pulled myself onto the net, which swayed slightly as I put my weight on it.
He looked to me, up from his file while dropping his pen. I knew him well enough to know that if he ever had a choice, he'd rather be in the air or on the ground. Even if he was doing paperwork, which as of right now, it seemed like he was.
"Hey Ali." He greeted, clearing off a space next to him for me. I crawled over carefully, making sure not to look down. It was true that I'd adjusted to heights, but that didn't mean I liked them.
"Jeez Clint, there's one light on in this entire gym and your doing paperwork? How can you see?" I joked around. I already knew what he was going to respond with.
"I have hawk eyes, remember?" He responded playfully. I sighed as I settled in next to him. He could already tell something was wrong, I could tell by the change in his posture. I didn't even have to see his face in the dark. "What's going on?" He asked.
I looked at my hands as I answered him. I was a little bit embarrassed telling him this, especially because he was one of the people that recommended me for the job. "Fury called me down to his office today." I told him.
"And?" He asked. He put his work down entirely, focusing all of his energy on me. That was one of the reasons I would always go to Clint; he truly cared about me and wanted to know what was going on with me.
"It's...different to say the least." Since he was the one that suggested me in the first place, I knew he knew what I was talking about. I didn't have to elaborate.
"Different? In what way?" He pressed.
"Different in the way that that's the guy I studied in history all the way up to college. Heck I even did a report on him! We all thought he was dead for however many years it took, and then we come to find out that he's the Winter Soldier, HYDRA's top agent. He shot Nat, Clint. Shot her, one of my best friends. Then Captain America finds him again, then they brainwash him back to normal, and I'm partnered up with him.
"Truth be told, I don't even think he's normal. Something's off about him. You always told me from the beginning to trust my gut instinct, and right now it's saying something's not right. I don't know if it's just a side effect of the memory process or what, but he isn't acting like a normal person would be.
"He's from a different time period, I understand that. But I still don't know anything about him and he doesn't know anything about me. We're going on a mission in two days Clint. Usually agents train together for months before going on missions. What am I going to do? This is just all so...ugh." I groaned.
Clint knew how stressed I was at the moment. He wrapped an arm around my shoulders comfortingly, then started to slowly massage my injured right shoulder. It hurt still to this day, and practically only Clint knew it.
"I know it's confusing and crazy. It doesn't make any sense. He should, by all accounts, be dead by now. But he isn't. And yes, he's from another time period. One of the reasons Fury put you on the assignment was because he knew you could introduce him into the world from the eyes of a young agent.
"Yes, he shot one of your best friends, someone on the same team as you, but you have to remember that he didn't have control of himself. His actions were controlled by someone else, not him. We should just be thankful that we have him on our side now, that we don't have to worry about that happening again.
"As for your gut instinct; trust it. That is one of the most valuable senses an agent has. If you think something's wrong with him, then confront Fury. I would suggest you at least try and give him a chance before talking to Fury though. But always, always, trust your gut first. I'm serious about that.
"No one said being his partner would be an easy thing. I'm not going to lie to you; it'll be hard. Harder than you want it to be. But here's the thing; doing hard things makes you a better person. Makes you better agent. And not only that, but through you, someone else is going to have the chance to become great like you. You'll do great Ali, and I promise, if you just give him some time and some faith, you'll get along great." Clint reassured me. I hoped that everything he said was true. He was more experienced than me, and I knew he'd seen more agents come through SHIELD than I had, so I assumed everything he said was accurate. He was practically almost right as far as I was concerned.
"Are you sure I'm ready for this Clint?" I asked after a few seconds of silence. He tightened his arm around me, then tilted my chin so I was looking at him.
"Are you?" He looked me in the eyes. He always asked me that, ever since the first day I'd known them. He knew I knew my full potential, sometimes I just needed to be reminded of it.
"Yes. Yes, I am. I can do it." I responded after thinking for a moment. I could see him smiling even in the dark.
"That's what I thought. That's what I knew. You'll do just fine Ali, and if you ever need me, I'm always just a phone call away, or even an office away. Okay?"
I smiled back at him. "Okay."
He kept his arm around me and picked up his file again, starting to fill out the work. We sat in comfortable silence without either of us saying a word. In fact, the only sound in the room was me eating his sandwich and the pen scribbling on the paper. He was so engrossed in his work, he didn't even notice I was eating his food. He didn't complain; we'd shared food hundreds of times before, he just grabbed my hand, turned the sandwich his direction, and took a bite.
We finished off the rest of the food he had before I checked my watch. 1:54. What was I going to do with myself for the next four hours? I truly had nothing to do, especially because all of my previous cases were now off of the table. I glanced over to Clint and his stack of paperwork. Might as well.
I grabbed a good chunk off of the stack, made sure I'd been there for all the missions, then started the worst part of being a SHIELD agent in my opinion. I knew Clint and Natasha would agree, even though some people at SHIELD actually chose to do paperwork all day long for FUN. I couldn't fathom it. Being a field agent was my life.
"You could work on your own paperwork you know. I can handle this." He said as he tossed me a pen instead of the pencil which I found on the net.
"I don't have any work to do now, remember? I have new missions now. But then I'll definitely have paperwork. Besides, I have a date at 6:00 and I have absolutely nothing to do until then." I murmured as I looked over a report.
"A date?" Clint instantly kicked into protective mode. "Date with who?" I couldn't tell if he was more astounded, protective, or angry at the moment.
"No, no Clint. Not that kind of date. Date as in a time and a place I have to meet someone. My partner, to be precise. We're going to try and get to know each other in two days. I don't see how that's going to work." I scoffed. "To be fair to us, if we get killed over there, it's because of our lack of training together." I said almost to myself.
"You won't get killed. You're stronger and more experienced than that, no matter how short you are." He said affectionately as he patted my shoulder.
I punched him, albeit playfully, because of his earlier comment. I was very short, especially for my age; just a little over 5'3. But what I lacked in height I made up on strength. You couldn't tell at first glance, but I was stronger than almost every agent I'd ever faced; the exceptions being Clint and Natasha, although I was almost as strong as them now.
"Truly I'm just glad you aren't going on a date. I don't really want to kill someone this early in your career."
I laughed at his comment. He and I both knew how much he would love to kill the first guy that tried to do something he wasn't supposed to with me. As if I wouldn't kill him first. Clint would be second in line though.
We worked on files for the next three and a half hours in total silence. It was boring to say the least, but I was helping out a friend. No matter how boring and/or stupid the task was, friends helped each other. Besides, I would have been even more bored just sitting and waiting for my 6:00 gym session to start. There was no way I would go early to the appointment either.
I told Clint I needed to go and change into my gym clothes. Of course I could wear the SHIELD gear I was currently adorning; it was comfortable and meant for action, but I always preferred workout clothes for a workout. He nodded his consent as I stacked all his files back in place. We hugged and I started back down the rope carefully. At least going up was worse than going down.
As soon as I hit the ground I started to my office. Luckily it wasn't too far away from the gym, so I arrived in about five minutes. If I was running I could have made it in two.
My office was nice, or at least in my opinion. The walls were light grey, just like the rest of the building. Unlike Fury though, I'd added a bit of color in my office. The desk was made of oak, and the one shelf I had was made from the same wood. Warm lights shone down from the ceiling and through the window that was usually open. It wasn't big, but it wasn't small, and it was absolutely bigger than a normals persons office. Little colorful sticky notes and trinkets were scattered around the walls and desk. It was actually a nice little space, even though I was out in the field to much to really notice. I became to antsy if I had to sit for long periods of time.
I grabbed my workout clothes from my go bag, which consisted of tight running pants and a bright green athletic shirt. I swiftly changed from my catsuit into them. I glanced to the body length mirror on the southernmost wall. Bye bye hair I said to myself as I started to braid it down my back. The tip of the braid reached over three fourths of the way down my back. I secured it off with a hairband, grabbed a water bottle off of my desk, and set off for the gym.
I was nervous to say the least. However casual this may have seemed, it was critical in our relationship. We needed to get off on the right foot the first time, considering our first mission together was only days away. I was to the most optimistic person, but even still I hoped this exercise wasn't going to be awkward. The back of my mind reminded me that wether or not I wanted it to be, it was going to be. That's just how things worked when you didn't know people.
I walked in silence, wiping my sweaty hands on my pants. I had no reason to be so anxious. So why was I? The man was the Winter Soldier and all, but that was in the past. No longer. My mind was probably being defensive of my body , trying to reason with me that he could snap me like a twig it he really wanted to. The other half of me tried to reason that he had changed, and he wouldn't hurt me or anyone else at SHIELD. I just didn't know what to believe.
I sighed as I reached gym A. I took a steadying breath and gave myself a mental pep talk before reaching into my pocket and pulling out my keycard. I pushed the front of it to the center. The door unlocked as the light above the door turned green. I grabbed the door handle, twisted, and pulled back. Here we go.
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