Welcome back! Annabel here! Anyway TMNTfangirl2000 is unable to write this a/n. She's a slight bit tied up *grins evilly* anyhow She doesn't own Avengers, or Marvel or a car or- " Untie me dam it" Anyway R&R

Chapter 2: Nightmares and Broken Punching Bags

I sat up quickly in my bed panting. I looked to my glowing digital clock, it read 2:39 AM. I groaned and flopped back down. Maybe I could fall back asleep and not have a nightmare I hoped closing my eyes.

"GET BACK HERE!" My father yelled grabbing me by my long hair

I screamed and kicked him, he slammed me to the ground and held me to the ground. He hit me in my ribs with a familiar stick. He would always beat me with it and the air rushed from my lungs whenever it struck me. I felt something inside me finally snap and before I knew what was happening my father's eyes rolled up into the back of his head and he fell from his wheel chair. I knew he was dead, but dread filled me. I felt my body tense as a shadow fell over me.

"Looks like I won't be paying for you after all." A male voice said

"S-Stay away from me or else I'll do the same thing to you" I said getting up

"Oh please…come here freak." The man said stepping closer and stabbing me with a needle

"Miss. Hope, you are dreaming." JARVIS said snapping me from my nightmare

"Omigod, that was just to real." I whispered looking at the shadows.

"Would you like me to call anyone to your aid?' JARVIS asked

"NO!" I thought for a moment. "I'm going to the gym" I said getting up and slipping my sneakers on.

I took the elevator to floor twenty-seven and wrapped my hand with black bandages before turning to the punching bag. I threw as many punches as I could before the chain snapped and the bag fell.

"Son of a bitch." I snarled

"Language... Annabel are you okay?" Steve asked from the shadows

"Holy hell weasels! Jesus Christ Rogers, are you trying to get yourself killed?" I asked avoiding the question

"Sorry.." He looked at me. "Are you okay?" Steve asked

"Why do you ask?" I replied grabbing the chain and inspecting it

"Most people aren't in the gym at 2:45 in the morning," Steve said setting up another bag

"I had a nightmare that's all, and why are you up anyway? Aren't most good little solders in bed?" I asked sarcastically

"I uh had a nightmare myself. And why are you always making those snide comments?" Rogers asked

"My brother always wanted to be military and that's just something I did…he always called me agent, I wanted to be a secret agent like my chapter book characters." I said looking into the distance

"Oh... Do you wanna talk about it?" Steve asked

"No offense Stevie, but I don't like talking about my past." I said punching the punching bag

"So you're like me with nightmares, they're always about the past." Steve said

I stopped and looked at him. Maybe I wasn't the only one. I sighed and sat on the floor.

"So you know how hard it is?" I asked

"Yeah." Steve said

"Wanna know why Fury sent me here? It wasn't just to babysit you know" I asked

"Why?" Steve asked

"Because, I have PTSD…he thinks that being here in the tower will ease my tension around men…I think it might work I mean me and Tony talk a lot about women, dinking, cars and money. Thor and I spend Saturday morning's watching cartoons, Banner and I do mediation to keep me from going dark side, and you and I have this place…the gym." I said looking around before settling my gaze on Captain America

"When you first showed up I honestly thought you were just a random agent sent to babysit," Steve said

"I once thought my brother was crazy for wanting to be just like you" I replied