Steve was walking along the lonely Brooklyn streets, feeling a little lost within himself and so confused since coming out of his near 70 year sleep from the ice. There was a slight drizzle of rain falling from the sky, making little goosebumps appear on his arms. There was so few little things that felt familiar to him. Steve felt lost and alone with everyone he had known and loved had long since gone and died. He was a few blocks away from his apartment and was looking at the buildings. Some were taken down and more modern ones appeared in their place. But to his delight with information from Fury that there was an old gym from his era that had been sanctioned by SHIELD just for him to use. It was made to be looked out of action to a passerby because of being asbestos ridden but he knew the better truth. It was to be his place of peace and give him a space away from the overwhelming modern world.
He looked around to see if anyone was around but then again it was 2AM in the morning so there wasn't a soul to be seen. He reached into his pocket, taking out the key and slowly opened the door without a sound being made in the process. Walking in the gym, an instant smile appeared on his face as he looked around to something familiar. It wasn't a fancy and all modern gym. It was bare minimum at the best with a locker room with old gear and equipment, a boxing bag hanging up with spares ones laying against the wall and in the middle of the gym was a boxing ring. He stopped though, seeing a petite figure, a woman in fact that sitting in the middle of the ring with her headphones in and drawing with a pencil on a sketch book. She must have been in her own little world because she had looked up and saw him, giving her a fright and making her jump up and dropping everything in her hands.
Remembering his manners and the fact that it was 2AM in the morning and the lady was probably thinking he was some nut job, he raised his hands and a kind smile on his face "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to scare you. I wasn't told that anyone else was going to be using this gym".
Now that Steve was closer, he was able to get a better look at her appearance. Steve was thinking no wander she looked scared, the young lady was barely 5ft tall and he was 6"4, towering over her. Her dark blonde hair was in a messy side plait with an oversized grey beanie and black glasses. Her black leather jacket was worn down and underneath a blue hooded sweat shirt. Her black jeans were covered in dust from the boxing ring and her black converse shoes looked just as old. She was looking like she was going to run at any moment.
"I don't mean you any harm and you are more than welcome to use this gym as often as you like. My name is Steve Rogers, what is your name?".
Her eyes showed caution but then they eased off, showing trust and she looked into his eyes, seeing he meant no harm "My name is Abrahams, Isabella Abrahams but you can call me Ella".