Some girls say that the day they met their true love was magical. I have never had such a day I would like to think. But, something about meeting him that day was most definitely not normal. I would say that we were on a way to a 'non-friends but friendly' relationship. He felt pity for me. They all did…except Natasha, but she feels pity for no one. I had begun to settle with them in Stark Tower. I had my own floor (as did everyone else) and I was not disturbed as often as I could have been. But…soon…things took a turn for the scandalous…and the worst.
I can't escape this hell
So many times I've tried
But I'm still caged inside
Somebody get me through this nightmare
I can't control myself
So what if you can see the darkest side of me
No one will ever change this animal I have become
Help me believe it's not the real me
Somebody help me tame this animal!
This animal, this animal
I can't escape myself
So many times I've lied
But there's still rage inside
Somebody get me through this nightmare
I can't control myself
So what if you can see the darkest side of me
No one will ever change this animal I have become
Help me believe it's not the real me
Somebody help me tame this animal I have become
Training in the gym with the music turned up extremely loud had become a hobby of mine. Especially if I was working on my gymnastics or my boxing. I never actually boxed of course, I just put on some gloves and went at the poor unfortunate bag of misery that had been hung in front of me like nobody's business. Sometimes Stark would watch and point out random things (like I actually listened), sometimes Dr. Banner would sit and watch me before the loud music finally drove him out. Natasha held the bag sometimes so it wouldn't knock me over, and Clint just watched. Steve NEVER came in the gym whilst I was training. I think he was afraid of my music. But…for some odd reason…he came in today.
As soon as my playlist finished up, I slicked back my black hair and took off my gloves.
"You need to watch your form Miss Frances"
I turned and saw him standing there. "Well, thank you for the advice Captain but, I don't care for form…I just box to take the stress off of things" I said giving the back one last good punch! Sadly…it punched me right back and I fell down. "Really?"
Captain Rogers jogged over to me and looked down at me. "And that's why you need form…so you won't get knocked down" he explained. He smiled and lifted me up by my arms. I just glared at him. "Thank you again for the advice".
"You're welcome ma'am"
"Please, don't call me ma'am…I'm younger than you…sir". I could play this game too.
"Then don't call me sir, Miss Frances"
I nodded my head. "Deal", and then I went on my way towards the door.
"Hold on! Miss Frances!" God…I hate my name so much, "You're forgetting this". He jogged up to me holding my bag. "Oh…thank you Captain" I said as kept walking but held out my hand for him to give it to me. Somehow (seriously, we don't know how this happened) we both stumbled and I landed on my back with him on top of me. We both stared at each other….him into my greenish-hazel eyes and I into his baby blues. How I wished for those kinds of eyes. Ones that just pop out and you could drown in their eternal abyss forever. He was blushing of course, and so was I. You could surprisingly tell the redness apart from my dark skin. We were both breathing hard and I gasped as he began to lean down towards me. I would have let it happen but…..
"Woah there Capsicle! Didn't know you liked 'em short!"
DAMN YOU TONY STARK! DAMN YOU!
My mind panicked and the next thing Steve knew, he was getting kicked in the stomach so hard he was knocked 3 feet away from me. I whipped my head around to face the smirking bastard. I gave him that long monotonish look that always creeped him out because I never blinked. (If we had to fight some Weeping Angels…I would so win…just saying.) He shuddered and walked over to Captain to help him out. I stood and adjusted my hoodie and my bag. I shook out my hair and noticed that my hair was starting to curl from the sweat. Nice…stupid curls. I shook out my hair some more and I must have made a face because Captain asked me what was wrong. "I don't like my curls…they make my face look chubbier than it always is" I answered.
He smiled and plucked a curl so it sprung back into place. "Your face looks sweet…not chubby".
That was that…and I calmly put my head down to avoid him seeing my blush and I power walked out of the gym.
Before the door closed I turned my head and saw him wave at me. That made me walk even faster.
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