Another chapter! I'm really happy that I can get these chapters out so quickly, but I would just like to let you know that they won't usually be coming this quickly. Because school is ending, we have a lot of free time, so that's why I'm able to put these chapters up so quickly, plus the fact that I've prewritten a lot of stuff! Anyways, enjoy!

Skye was sound asleep in her room, having a dreamless sleep for once. She was woken by the lights in her room gradually turning on, making her squint her eyes and tried to cover them using her hands. She let out a displeased groan. She had no idea why she was being woken, especially since it did not feel like she got her eight hours, not even close.

"Mr. Rogers has requested your presence in the kitchen, Miss Skye." Jarvis' robotic voice chimes out.

"It's too early." Skye complains, pulling her covers over her head. "What time even is it." She mumbled, it's a miracle Jarvis heard her, even more significant if he understood her. But of course, he did, he was after all Jarvis.

"It's 05.00, miss."

"Oh my god. Are you kidding me!?" Skye groaned further, burying her face in her pillow, screaming into it. She then used it to cover her eyes, trying to fall back asleep.

When she realised falling back to sleep with the bright light in her room was impossible, she let out a final groan of frustration. "Fine!" she muttered, quickly getting dressed, putting her hair up in a ponytail.

She stomped angrily into the elevator, giving Steve an evil glare the moment the elevator doors opened into the kitchen floor. He stood there grinning at her, hands at his sides, dressed in workout clothes.

"05.15, You're late." He says, smugly.

"I never agreed to your proposal, this is practically by force."

"Oh please, you showed up in workout clothes, don't pretend you don't want to do this. Now eat something before we start." He says, still smug, before throwing her a juice and an apple.

Skye manages to catch the items, although somewhat clumsily. She gives him a last glare, but not managing to keep it through, cracking a small smile before taking a bite of the apple. A strong urge told her she would need the energy.

When they were finished eating, Steve told her they were headed down to central park. The pair walked down to the park, watching as the city that never sleeps, gradually came back to its busy glory. They arrived at the park, and Steve led them onto one of it's many running routes.

"Okay, how about we run some laps before heading back to the tower to work on your defence?"

"Why do I have to run laps to be able to defend myself?"

"The best way to defend yourself in a fight, is to avoid one in the first place. And running away from one won't help if you can't run far or fast enough. And besides, working on your condition is the basis of all training."

Skye stared at him for a long time, before letting out a sigh. "Fine."

The pair started jogging slowly around the track, obviously in Skye's tempo. After about three kilometres, Skye could already tell Steve was bored.

"You don't have to run in my tempo, I don't want to ruin your workout." She said, breathily, she was already starting to feel the burn.

"You sure?" he asked, looking over at her, he didn't even seem or hear tired at all, more like the opposite.

"Absolutely."

With her confirmation, Steve runs off, a whole lot faster than what he was going before. Skye gives herself a break, slowing down to a walk for a few minutes, to catch her breath. A gust of wind passed by her, startling her. Steve was by her side, giving her a disappointed look, but with a slight twinkle in the eye.

"Cheating, are we?" he said, grinning.

"No, I- what- how?" Skye stuttered, shocked that he made it around the track in such a short time.

"Come on now, you've got to go at least two rounds around the track. I bet you can't complete this round before I take another one."

Skye frowned at that, sure he was quick, but he couldn't possibly make it before she could. She didn't have that much of the track left, at least she thought so. "Oh, please, you're not that good."

He only grinned at her answer, before taking off into a sprint. Skye followed right after, breaking into a full-on run. She soon lost sight of Steve's back, but kept up her pace. After a couple of minutes, she heard loud footsteps behind her, looking back to see Steve.

"Seriously!" she exhaled, pushing her body to the max, sprinting to the fullest. She could see their starting point, she was so close. Steve passed her with ease right before they reached the finish line. Skye ran across the line, and slowed down, landing on her ass. Her legs were shacking really bad, not managing to hold her weight.

Steve walked over to her, a grin on his face. Skye was pleased to notice that he at least had to take a few deeper breaths.

"You're really enjoying this, watching me suffer?" She said, between breaths.

"I guess I kind of am." He said, hands at his hips, a big grin on his face. "Come on, let's walk back to the tower, we've got to start the actual training."

"I can't walk." Skye groaned, dramatically laying down on the ground, earning her a couple of weird look from passing joggers "I'm practically dead!"

Steve can only laugh as he shakes his head, "Oh well, I'll just have to leave you laying there then,"

"Wait." She says, dragging the ai sound out. "At least help me up."

"Nope." He said, giving her a last grin before turning around, starting to walk back towards the tower.

"Jerk!" she called after him, sitting up. The reaction she got was unexpected. At her words, Steve froze, giving her a badly disguised sad look over his shoulder.

Skye is confused and worried by his sudden change in behaviour, scrambeling to her feet and jogging to catch up to him, her legs feeling heavy and shaky, but she ignores it. He walks fast, but not fast enough that she can't catch up to him. She grabs his arm, making him stop.

"Steve, relax, I was just kidding. Are you alright?" She says, looking him in the eyes, to find the deep etched sadness in them.

He avoids meeting her stare, partly turning, "Training's finished for today." He says, turning his back to her, walking off.

"Steve!" Skye calls after him, watching his back as he disappeared into the busy New-York morning rush.

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