A/N: New story from yours truly. Hope you guys like it. Remember, I do not own Marvel or any characters therein.
First day. Don't screw it up. I was never good at pep talks, not even for myself, but this was by far one of my worst. I'd just arrived on the helicarrier, my first day as a full agent of SHIELD, and I was nervous. As a field agent, I wore a tight blue jumpsuit, and I couldn't help but tug at the sleeve self-consciously as I noted the stares from the crewman. I stepped into a hallway, frowning as I double check the orders on my tablet. This was the right hall, my room just at the end, but this certainly didn't look like normal crew quarters. I shrugged, going to my room to begin unpacking.
A few hours later, I was wandering to the training deck, hoping to make use of the gym. As I approached, I could hear someone training, and I hesitated. I didn't want to interrupt anyone else, but I pushed the thought away quickly. We were all agents together, we could share. Popping my ear buds in, I opened the door and made a beeline for a treadmill near the corner. I didn't look at the person beating a bag, instead turning my music up and starting my run. I'd only just started when I heard a crash. I misstepped as I turned to look, toppling onto the machine. It very promptly threw me away, and I groaned quietly as I ripped my buds out.
"Hey, are you alright?" The voice was male, and incredibly concerned. I rolled onto my back, looking up into a pair of blue eyes. Nodding mutely, I move to sit up. Turning, I see the Captain himself standing above me, concern written all over his face. He offered a hand, and it took a minute for me to realize, and I took it gladly. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to frighten you, ma'am."
"No, it's my fault. I should have been able to keep my footing." I chuckled, waving off his concern. I offer a hand. "I'm Agent Ackley, by the way. It's nice to finally meet you, Captain." He seemed surprised, but shook my hand anyway.
"Lovely to meet you too, agent." He gave a sheepish smile as he released my hand. "I'm really sorry. I probably should remember my strength." He gestured behind him, and I looked to see a busted punching bag on the floor. Sand covered the floor, and I couldn't help but laugh a bit.
"I can see that. Need help cleaning up?" He seemed surprised by my offer. I rolled my eyes, moving to a closet to pull out a couple of brooms. Tossing one to him, I begin to sweep up. "C'mon, Cap, ain't gonna clean itself." That earned a chuckle, and we cleaned up the gym quietly.
"Steve." I turned, looking at him questioningly. He continued. "You can call me Steve." I nodded, smiling.
"I'm Raena."
A/N: Well, short intro chapter. Can any of you guess why her name will be important? :D Read, review, love meee!