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Chapter Seven

I wake with a start and sit up, but as I do I wince. I am so sore from that training session yesterday, and it was only the first one. I stretch, but it doesn't help, it just results in me wincing more.

I get up from the bed and find a change of clothes.

Once dressed, I open the door and exit my room. I walk down a couple of hallways until I find the kitchen type room, no one is inside.

I look at the clock and see that it is only 5:30. I yawn and walk over to the coffee maker and start a pot of coffee.

I sit at the table and stare at my hands. The only reason I am up this early is due to the fact that I couldn't sleep.

"You're up early," I hear someone say from the doorway.

I look and see that it is Steve.

"So are you," I say in return.

"Still stuck in soldier mode when it comes to waking up," he shrugs, "Can't seem to break the habit."

I nod in understanding. I had read his profile and it is not hard to understand that he has trouble adapting.

"What is your excuse?" he asks taking a seat beside me, "I thought after that training session yesterday, you would be asleep for most of the morning."

"I don't know, just couldn't sleep," I say simply.

There are a few minutes of awkward silence.

"You want some coffee?" I ask standing up, wanting to break the silence.

"Sure," he answers, "Actually if you want I can make it," he offers.

"No, that is ok, I've got it," I say getting two mugs and setting them on the bar, "Milk and sugar?" I ask as I pour the coffee.

"No thank you," he responds.

I add the milk and sugar to mine and then walk over to the table. I set Steve's in front of him.

"Thank you, Ma'am," he says with a smile as I sit.

"You're welcome," I smile as I take a sip.

"Do you mind if I ask you something?" Steve questions.

"Well it depends on what it is," I say skeptically.

"It's about the other day, when we had the meeting to discuss training," he explains.

"Ok…" I say hesitantly.

"Why did you get so upset?" he asks and I can see he is curious, "I mean I know you were basically brought here against your will but…"

I cut him off by shaking my head.

"I…I can't," I say my eyes becoming teary.

I stand to leave but he stops me by grabbing my arm.

"I didn't mean to make you upset. I am sorry, you do not have to tell me," he apologizes, "But if you ever want to, I will be more than happy to listen."

I smile at him and wipe my eyes. I sit back down and sip my coffee.

"You did well with your training yesterday," he says after a few minutes of silence.

"Thanks," I smile, "But I wasn't that great."

"You were good for it being your first session," he encourages.

"Yeah well you guys pushed me around pretty good and I absolutely got beat up in hand to hand."

"You'll get better. You're great with your abilities, you just need to strengthen them, and the hand to hand will get better as you practice," he says with a smile.

I don't say anything; I just smile and stare at my coffee.

"Why don't we go train right now? It is only 6:30. I could teach you some of the basics," he suggest, "I mean only if you want to."

I think about it for a minute.

"Sure why not," I answer.

"Great," he says standing up.

"Here I will take your mug and wash it off," I say as he walks over to the sink.

"I've got it," he smiles and then takes mine.

After he washes them we head out of the kitchen and make our way to the training room.

We reach the training room within a few minutes. I pull my hair into a quick ponytail.

"So let's get warmed up," he says, "50 jumping jacks now," he orders going into soldier mode.

Yay! I think sarcastically. I mean Steve seems like a really nice person, but once he gets into soldier mode he is all business.

I start jumping and he begins to count.

"15 more to go," he says after a few minutes, "And done!" he says.

I stop and bend over to catch my breath, I hold my side.

After I regain myself, I stand up and look at him.

"What did Natasha and Clint teach you yesterday?" he questions.

"Umm…" I think for a minute, "I am not entirely sure. I stretched and warmed up and then they taught me some of the basics," I shrug, not really knowing.

"Well then how about I teach you how to block," he suggests, "Hit me!" he says.

"Excuse me?" I ask surprised.

"Try to hit me," he says seriously again.

"But…"

"Now!" he orders but not harshly.

I bring my fist up and then bring it down toward his face. He brings his hand up and grabs my hand, stopping me.

"Your eyes gave it away," he informs, "Never look at the place you are aiming for," He explains, "Try again, but this time do not look at where you plan to hit me."

I do as he says. I look at his face and then aim for his stomach. Once again he blocks me.

"Better," he says, "But just staring doesn't work that well either. Try again," he orders.

I do and once again aim for his face, this time he dodges it.

"Better. Now I am going to try and hit you and I want you to block me," he says, "What you need to do is watch my hands, watch my muscles twitch, and then predict what way I am going to move my are and where I am going to hit you," he instructs.

"Umm… Ok," I say a little hesitant.

"I won't hurt you," he reassures.

I nod my head agreeing.

I watch his arms and before I know it, his hand is coming toward my head.

I close my eyes and put my hands up. When I don't feel anything, I open them.

"Well you blocked it, but can you try without the force field?" he asks with a slight smile.

I look and notice that I do in fact have my force field up.

I nod my head yes.

"Sorry," I apologize, "It is a habit."

He nods in understanding, "It is ok, you just have to break that habit. I mean it is a great ability, but I don't think you can hold it forever, especially if you are being attacked."

"You're right," I agree.

"Let's try again," he says.

I nod letting him know I am ready.

I watch his arm but as soon as it comes toward me, I duck.

"Well that was a good dodge," he says.

"Let's just forget it," I say frustrated, " I am no good."

"You just need practice. Don't give up," he says.

We practice for about an hour longer. By the end of it I managed to block at least 4 of his blows. The other times I either dodged them or used my force fields.

"That was good, you are getting better," he says as we walk out of the training room.

"Thanks, but I still stink," I say still trying to catch my breath.

"Where have you two been all morning?" Tony asks with a smirk while walking toward us, "Were you bonding?"

"We were training," Steve informs him, "Why do you care?" he asks.

"Agent Hill was sent to round us up by Fury," Tony informs.

"Why did something happen?" Steve asks and I can see he is worried.

"No, Fury just wanted to discuss how the training went yesterday," Tony says, "Come on everyone is waiting."

We follow Tony into the main room where everyone is already sitting at the table.

"Found them," Tony calls as we walk back to the table.

"Now where is Agent Hill?" Fury asks as we take a seat.

"Director Fury I couldn't…" Agent Hill starts to say as she walks over to us, "Oh where were you two?" she asks Steve and I.

"Training," Steve replies.

"I found them," Tony says with a smirk and I can tell he just wanted to annoy Agent Hill.

We sit and discuss how the training went and what Siri and I both need to improve on. The meeting in total takes about a half an hour. We now have training sessions set up three times a week.

The rest of the day is pretty much uneventful, so after super I decide to go to my room and stay there for the rest of the night, and hopefully catch up on the sleep I didn't get the other night.