Well, my friend got me addicted to Avengers.

And for some weird reason i'm real obsessed with Fem-Harry. So this is another Fem Harry story. I have already finished this one. Just needs a little polishing so I'll try to finish it first.

All comments are welcome. R&R(^_^)

Disclaimer: Avengers belongs to Marvel. Harry Potter to JKR

Steve grunted as he punched the boxing bag one last time and it swayed. As it came back, Steve punched it again. He was trying his best to pent up all the frustration that was stored in him for the past 70 years of sleep. He was so focused on punching that he almost missed a beat when he heard one of the boys in gym let out a huge wolf whistle. Instead Steve caught it and looked around.

The gym he worked in didn't get many people working in it, but it had about 8-10 people in it, all men, including Steve.

But then he noticed the reason for the wolf-whistle. A beautiful young woman, no older than 20, if he had to guess, entered the gym with her duffel bag on her shoulder. She had a pink hair which was braided and wore grey leggings, a black hoodie and sport shoes. He didn't know that women came here, at all.

"Look who finally decided to drop by" Alex, one of the heavy hitters of the gym chuckled

The girl dropped her duffel near the lockers and laughed. A sweet sound, Steve noticed.

"sorry Alex. Had an important stuff in Malibu"

"for two whole weeks?" Henry, another man who came to the gym asked. Steve didn't really know anyone personally, but he made sure to learn all their names. He was more of coming-working-leaving kind of guy. After 70 years of being frozen, he didn't feel like socializing with people.

"Yeah. Job demands" the girl shrugged "So, who's up for today?"

Alex beamed "Get in here, flower petal"

The girl chuckled and to his shock and surprise, she unzipped her hoodie and threw it over her duffel bag.

Steve so wanted to remove her eyes off of her, but couldn't. The girl was technically a goddess. She was way too beautiful, had a perfect body which would have men falling like dominoes for her. And by the way she walked, it seemed she had the air of confidence and self esteem wrap her around like an aura.

Steve slowly felt his cheeks warm up. What the hell he was doing? Sure women didn't show off that much in the 40's, and that had changed a hell lot, it didn't mean that Steve will ogle any woman who did that too. Where were his morals?

Flushed and embarrassed, Steve slightly cleared his throat and went back to punching the bag. And then he observed that no other man had looked at the woman the way he had. And he soon also realized why. He was the only one there who was still a bachelor. All the other men were either married or engaged.

This caused him to flush even more.

"If I win, you'll buy me ice cream for a whole week" he heard the woman's voice.

"sure sure" Alex laughed

Steve tried his best but couldn't help. He stopped punching the bag and looked ahead were the woman and Alex were standing in the boxing ring, but they weren't wearing gloves, which confused him.

"So, are we up for MMA?" the woman asked

Alex smirked

Everyone in the gym knew that Alex was the best MMA fighter in the locality. He had people challenging him and getting their ass handed back to them. And it made Steve curious. If grown up and muscular men couldn't hold it up to a man like Alex-who was all muscle, can a young woman like her?

"Then you are in for a treat" the girl giggled and took a fighting stance, Alex copied and took his own position.

"60 bucks on flower petal!" Someone from the crowd shouted

The woman only laughed

"come on, no money on me?" Alex asked, but didn't sound much sincere

But no reply came, which only made the woman laugh more

"guess it's decided than, huh?"

"Don't be so sure" Alex chuckled and went for an attack.

Steve had to admit. That woman was a fighter. She used her disadvantages to her advantages. Her lack of muscle and size were pretty much made up by her quick reflexes and agility.

And that shocked Steve. From where he came from, women were not this open, ever. They sure didn't were lingerie to the gym, but that also never fought like that. Women were supposed to be more sublime and polite, but this woman clearly defied all the rules.

Quite ironic for a girl who was called flower petal

The match ended with Alex being dumped on the ground with a sack of flour and the woman pressing her knee on his back and holding his head in a headlock.

Alex reached and tapped the ground a couple of times and the woman released him. She stood up, panting and extended a hand towards Alex, who excitedly took it and stood up. Both of them were catching their breaths and were covered in sweat

"It was awesome" he grinned, as if he wasn't just beaten down by a woman half of his size

"Yeah, it was" she chuckled and then yelped as Alex pulled her into a quick hug

She pulled back after a while "I'm hitting the showers." And then she exited the ring, picked her duffel and entered the showers.

Steve noticed perispherically a few guys handing over bills to who placed the bet

"She's a masterpiece, huh" someone chuckled

Steve turned next to him and noticed Mike, another man who was great at boxing

When Steve didn't reply, Mike looked at him

"Look, no offense kid, but I saw the way you looked at her" he said

Steve almost found it ironic that Mike, a man in his late forties, called him kid when he technically was mike's grandpa's age

"what's that supposed to mean?" Steve asked

Mike chuckled

"The girl's a spitfire, Steve. And you don't play with fire. Unless you want to get burned" Mike clapped on his shoulder and left, leaving a very confused Steve in his wake.

In about 30 minutes, half of the people had left already. Steve was one of the few who stayed behind mostly because he had no hurry to go back. And then he finally noticed the woman-girl, according to Mike, exit the showers in some casual clothing of jeans and tshirt, hair up in a bun, duffel on her shoulder

"Ice cream?" Alex asked, still in the boxing ring

"Not today" the woman smiled "Dad called. I've got to get back home now. Next time?"

"You better not pull a disappearing act for the next month or something" Alex laughed

"I try my best to stay grounded" she smiled "See ya later"

"Bye"

The woman started walking out. Then she turned and looked at him and Steve realized that he'd been staring. What was wrong with him? Before he could divert his gaze, the woman smirked and gave him a two finger salute before she exited.

Steve's cheeks warmed up again. He shook his head when he paused and realized what she had done. She had saluted him. Does it mean that she knew who he was? And if she did, then how?

Later that night, Steve was sitting in his apartment on the couch. He had been the last to exit that gym after he had an encounter with Fury. Speaking of Fury, Steve glanced at the manila folder that innocently laid on top of his duffel bag. With an internal sigh, he reached and opened it up. The first few pages were about the Tesseract, which he had already read but it was what followed caught his interest. It was the list of people and their info.

First was Anthony 'Tony' Edward Stark-Howard's Son-Iron Man. He quickly skimmed through the page and found the words 'Volatile, Self obsessed and not a team player' highlighted.

And on the right side top was his photo. It looked like Tony wasn't aware of his photo being clicked. Steve almost snorted and flipped the page

Rose Genevieve Stark, Tony Stark's daughter. He looked at the photo. The girl looked around 16-17 with pinup straight black hair. She was fairly beautiful for a girl her age. Even this photo seemed to be taken by a distance without Rose's knowledge. It was her eyes that first caught his attention. They were a brilliant shade of green, anything unlike Tony's. she must have gotten it from her mother, Steve thought.

He started scanning her biodata. It was impressive. Exceptional in hand-to-hand combat. Black belt in Karate and MMA. Apparently she was now the current CEO of the Stark Industries, so another genius in making.

What caught his next attention was her character profile. He raised a brow. She didn't look like anything like she was being described, but you can never judge a book by it's cover.