Chapter 4 - Meeting The Captain.

I glanced up at the alarm clock besides my bed. The bright neon lights read 4:45am, I slipped out of bed and began to get ready for the day, only to pause and stop what I was doing. What was I meant to do with myself now? I wasn't a normal agent now; I was part of the Avengers. When I was at base with no mission, I followed the strict routine with every other Agent;

0500 hours: 5 mile run

0530 hours: breakfast

0600 hours: group training

0800 hours: weapons training

1000 hours: fitness training

1100 hours: psychological analysis of the enemy

1200 hours: lunch

1300 hours: debriefing

1400 hours: 10 mile run

1530 hours: outside obstacle course

1600 hours: free time until 0500 hours.

And repeat. Day in and day out. Rain, hail or shine. No ifs and no buts. So what was I meant to do with myself now? What the hell did the Avengers do when they weren't… avenging stuff? I contemplated going back to bed but the odds of me falling asleep again where nothing to naught. I was too used to this godforsaken routine. I paced around my room for a few moments before deciding that if I continued to do so, the only thing I would achieve would be to drive myself insane. I grabbed a bag and shoved some workout clothes in it before heading out of my room and towards one of the many training rooms. Even at this early hour, the corridors of S.H.I.E.L.D were alive and buzzing with activity.

I slowly worked my way to a training room that I hoped would be empty. And thank god, it was. Now let's just hope it stays that way. I went into the change room and changed into my workout clothes which included a pair of tight black shorts and a blue and grey sports crop top that showed off my stomach. I pulled my hair up into a bun as I stepped back into the training room and onto a treadmill. I started with a fast walk then progressed to a slow jog and speeding up until I was moving at a steady sprint.

You gotta give S.H.I.E.L.D some credit, while they may be slightly retarded in some areas, they did know how to train their agents. After running a small marathon, I was in a significantly better mood and decided to was time to actually push my body. I walked over to where a group of punching bags hung from the ceiling and began to strap my hands and wrists to protect them. After winding the white cloth around my hands I headed over to the heaviest punching bag there was and started to do what I had the urge to do yesterday upon seeing my father's face. Punch the shit out of something. I attacked the punching bag with everything I had, punching it, side kicking, diagonal kick, anything to hurt the punching bag that I was imagining to be my father's head. I was going all out and soon enough sweat began covering my body and my heart started to pound. Finally when I delivered a side kick hard enough that I knocked the punching bag off its hook and it went flying into the wall, I became conscious that I was no longer alone and that a pair of sky blue eyes were watching me.

"Rogers?" I questioned, raising an eyebrow as I panted and tried to catch my breath.

"Excuse my language, but that's one hell of a kick you have ma'am" the captain said, standing there in awe, when suddenly he glanced down and a light blush coated his checks, I glanced down as well, noticing what I was wearing. I couldn't help but laugh.

"Thanks" I said, smiling at Rogers "and I suppose the women didn't dress like this 70 years ago" I placed a hand on my hip, and winked at him, seeing if I could get a darker blush out of him.

"Ah, no ma'am" the captain said, sounding embarrassed as he rubbed the back of his neck and tried to look anywhere but at me, a dark red blush now coated his checks. I laughed again and walked over to the wall to where my drink battle and towel was and slid down till I was sitting and leaning against the wall. I took a long drink from the bottle and wiped away the sweat on my forehead before it could run into my eyes. My muscles twitched as I focused on slowing my breathing and heart rate back down to their normal levels.

"You're up early" I commented, it was easily only 6:30. As he walked over to the punching bag that I had abused before, he picked it up and easily slung it over his shoulder and placed it back on its hook. Deciding the I had teased the poor man and had pushed his morals enough, I stood up and slipped on a pair of lose, black pants and a light grey t-shirt.

"You are too" Steve said as he began to wrap up his hands in the same fashion I had before. I just shrugged. He walked over to the punching bag and started to well… punch. His swing was easy and relaxed but I could tell just by watching him the amount of precision and control he had over his hits.

Okay, so he had some serious muscle going on. I wondered what his chest was like underneath his t-shirt. And let's stop that thought right there Evans. I told myself, you're not here to make friends. Not even friends with that sexy piece of Captain over there.

DAMN IT!

For the next two hours Rogers and I worked out and just talked. It was… nice. Easy. Once Rogers had gotten over his initial embarrassment, that is. There was no pressure to fill the silence with idle chatter, and he was a good work out partner, he kept me motivated. Also he was a nice piece of eye candy, which I was not complaining about at all.

After half an hour of convincing him that he wouldn't hurt me, the captain and I moved to a boxing ring to fight head on.

He was surprisingly fast for his size, but I was faster. He had the upper hand in strength but I was quicker, we both struggled to land blows on the other, too evenly matched for either one of us to get the upper hand in the fight. After an hour of struggling with each other, I finally managed to gain some ground on the man. We both were beginning to tire; this made his left side slightly slower than his right. If I wanted to win this fight, I would have to use this to my advantage. Rogers threw a punch to my right; I dodged this and quickly swept my left leg along the ground. Steve tried to dodge it but he moved too slowly, I managed to knock his feet from underneath him and he land on the ground heavily. Before he could move, I jumped onto his back and sat on his back with my legs either side of his waist. I pulled his left arm up behind his back, using just enough force to pin him down. Just then the door to the training room opened to reveal Banner and Barton staring at the two of us with their mouths hanging open.

"You got pinned by a girl?" Banner said after a moment, grinning at the fallen super-solider. I laughed as I got up off of Steve and leaned on the ropes, staring at the two men. And then, that adorable blush was back on the captains' cheeks.

"What's up?" I asked trying to sound casual, as if I hadn't just been sitting on Captain America's back with my legs either side of him. I really hoped that they didn't think anything was going on between me and Rogers, if Stark got wind of a rumour that something was happening between Rogers and I, I would never hear the end of it.

"Your father is looking for you" Clint told me. Steve got up off the ground and walked over to the edge of the ring and lifted the rope for me.

"Thanks for the fight" I said as I smiled up at him "and that's nice" I told Hawkeye as I stepped under the rope and jumped down from the ring onto the ground.

"Do you know where he is?" I asked as I headed to my stuff that was piled messily against the wall.

"Last I knew he was in the labs" Banner told me.

"Great" I said, I lifted my water bottle and drained it in a few mouth falls "now I know where to avoid" Rogers laughed as he lifted up a towel and wiped his face with it.

"Do you know what he wants?" I asked the assassin and the Hulk.

"The Avengers all live in the one place so when there's an emergency we' don't have to waste time trying to find out where everyone is." Banner explained "The plan was for the Avengers base to be at Stark Towers, but the repairs from Loki and the Chitauri attack are still going on, so we're currently at the Stark Mansion. And now your one of the Avengers, it would make sense for you to move in."

I lifted my bag off the ground and raised an eyebrow at them.

"Last time I was at Stark Mansion I was 13 years old. We got into a fight and a lot of things ended up broken, along with Tony's nose. And you want me to go live there?" I questioned them.

"You broke Starks nose?" Rogers asked me grinning.

"Yep" I said smirking, reliving the memory in my head. I headed to walk out the door.

"This isn't negotiable, is it?" I asked hoping it was, but already knowing it wasn't.

"Nope" I sighed in defeat.

"Well I guess I'll go pack my bags."

Poor Claire being forced to live with her father :p I wonder how badly that will go down...

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