I stood in the gym, wrapping my hands, as I waited for Agent Davis to finish changing into her athletic clothes. Suddenly, I heard the door to the equipment closet creak open. Agent Davis timidly stepped out into the room. Good lord, she's gorgeous, I thought. She was wearing a blue t-shirt, something Tony had called "athletic leggings", with U.S.A. in red letters down the side, and red, high-topped sneakers. I probably wouldn't ever get used to the way that women dressed in the modern era. It left so little to the imagination. Then again, in the forties, she probably wouldn't have been boxing anyway.

"Steve! Let's get started!" she said, excitedly. "I prefer to use boxing gloves, but first, let's put on some good training music. How about Jay-Z's 99 Problems?" "Sounds good." I said, not knowing what I was in for.

If you havin' girl problems, I feel bad for you, son,

I got 99 problems but a bitch ain't one.

"I like the beat," I ventured. She smiled as she rapped along, punching the bag, replacing every n-word with the word "people". "Impressive." I said. Agent Davis smirked.

"Which, my boxing or rapping?"

"Both-"

"Thanks. "

"-but you need to work on your technique a bit. Here, let me help you."

"The person you're punching needs to feel your weight. Here." I held my hands up. "Punch my hands." She gave me a horrified look. "It won't hurt me, I'm a super-soldier, remember?" I said, laughing. "Oh, duh. I can't believe that I forgot that!" Agent Davis laughed. It was like a warm, intoxicating cackle*. I loved it. Suddenly, she hit my hand, and I stumbled, but only slightly. "Give me a second," she said, "I'm getting too hot." She took off her shirt, revealing only her sports bra. Yeah, me too, I thought. It was going to be hard to keep this just a work relationship. We both blushed. "I'm s-sorry, I've just never s-seen this much of a woman before." I stuttered.

"It's okay, Steve, I've never been shirtless in front of a man before."

"Um-"

"Let's just keep this strictly professional, ok? I know that we both have a lot of work to do. You know, saving the world and all."

I let out a sigh of relief.

After an hour of boxing, we both decided to quit. She was exhausted, and I wasn't (serum), but I didn't have the heart to push her to do more. She picked up her water bottle, The bottle had two robots on it, a gold, humanoid one, and a blue and white one that looked more like a trash can. "Who's on your water bottle?" I asked, raising my own bottle to my lips.

"Oh, they're R2-D2 and C3-PO! They're from the Star Wars movies, which I love. You should come over to my apartment and watch the original trilogy with me tonight! I'll make pad Thai, popcorn, and brownies. Oh, and before you look Star Wars up and ask about the prequels, they're a travesty; we're not even going to bother with them."

"That sounds great, Agent Davis."

"Okay, Cap. Pick you up at eight?" she giggled.

"See you tonight, Alice. "

*I stole this phrase from Mindy Kaling's wonderful, loving description of Amy Poelher.