"I think that's a good idea" Wanda said from behind the punching bag, "Why didn't you do it last night? You had plenty time. Hell, he was just lying on his bed sleeping. All you had to do was go in there and wake him up. Did you flake?"

"No" Sheila punched the punching bag, "I just didn't know how to wake him up"

"So you flaked" Wanda repeated.

"I tried waking him up but didn't want to get too close to his arm" Sheila sighed.

"Oh yeah… he does have one of those" Wanda said slowly.

Sheila dropped down her shoulders and looked to Wanda. The little woman just gave a feeble shrug as she gripped onto the punching bag. Sheila let out a low growl as she picked up her hands once again and started to punch out her frustrations. She had seen Bucky's body contorted into a weird angle as he covered his arms over his head as he let out muffled screams. She had shouted his name over and over but it came as no use. Sheila felt like she had failed him as she turned her back and walked out of the door.

"I should've done more" Sheila mumbled.

"Who knows what memory he was living through" Wanda comforted.

It didn't do Sheila any good as she let out a forceful punch. The force made Wanda take a step back as her eyes widened at the punch. She kept on going left and right, left and right, left and right trying to take her frustrations out of her but the more she punched the more she felt sick to her stomach. The guilt seems to sink into her skin and rise up the burning bile in her throat. Red energy formed around her fists, making Sheila drop her hands down to her sides.

Sheila looked up to see Wanda staring at her with her eyes glowing red. She was about to question why the woman was still holding her when she put together that Wanda must've heard her thoughts. Sheila sighed and then started to try and control her breathing as she felt herself become instantly calmer. Wanda held her for a couple more seconds before her eyes dimmed back down to brown.

Sheila brought her stance back to the way the Captain had taught her and started to punch in a more timed method. Sheila started to practice on the twist of her arm and the impact that she could feel upon her thrusts. She was starting to feel more and more powerful with each throw she gave to the bag.

"I just left him there" Sheila started again.

"He could've killed you the second he woke up" Wanda told her.

"He trusted me to wake him up last week" Sheila thrust her hands in the air, "When I found him last night I couldn't do a damn thing"

"Throw something at him" Wanda suggested.

Sheila stopped punching and looked around it to Wanda. She gave off a sheepish look and shrugged once more.

"How very romantic" Sheila muttered.

"Oh, so you want it to be romantic!" Wanda smiled.

"It was a figure of speech" Sheila stated.

"Sure it was" Wanda teased.

A timer went off for about six seconds before it beeped and went back to the original time that Sheila had set it up for. Wanda smiled from ear to ear as she traded her place with Sheila to start punching the bag. Sheila took off her gloves and wiped the sweat that had started to cover herself and waited for Wanda's first punch. Wanda immediately brought up her hands to her face and started to punch with a lot more force than Sheila thought that she could muster. She had to admit that she was kind of impressed with the younger adult for showing strength in her fighting over the last couple of days. Wanda seemed in full concentration mode as she kept on punching the bag and even fake dodged like as if she was in an actual fight.

Sheila tried to still her breathing as she looked over Wanda's shoulder and thought she saw something move away from the window. Sheila didn't put too much thought into if she was actually seeing things or not, she just figured it was just her imagination. Sometimes she felt like she could hear voices from other agents, even Clint, but it always was just her mind playing tricks on her. She didn't want to admit it but being in a big glass facility with only three other residents has put her on edge. Sheila wondered when the other agents were planning on returning before they get caught by Captain America that they left the initiate's alone in the facility.

Wanda did a roundhouse kick to the punching bag and almost made it fly out of Sheila's hands. Sheila gave her an impressed look but still stayed silent. She knew that Wanda likes the first couple of minutes to be quiet so that she could focus. She admired the young girl for her growing intrepidity.

Sheila held onto the punching bag as her mind snapped back to Bucky's crumpled body in his bed. She couldn't shake off the way he was holding onto his pillow like as if he wanted something to snap him out of it. Sheila was just inches from touching him as she tried to wake him up with her voice but his moaning was so loud that she was sure Sam and Wanda were going to come running into the room.

"You should try using your voice on him" Wanda broke the silence.

"Already tried that, remember?" Sheila told her.

Wanda looked over to her, "Not your normal voice, the one that was gifted to you"

Sheila blinked, "I could most likely damage his ears from that"

"For someone who's always thinking about talking to him, you sure like to make up a lot of excuses not to talk to him" Wanda punched the bag, "Use the lowest tone"

Sheila rolled her eyes, "Fine, I'll prove you wrong but if he becomes deaf then I'm going to use my abilities on you for using yours on me"

Wanda shrugged, "He's technically 98 years old so I wouldn't be surprised if his age catches up with him"

Sheila glared at her, "You have a sick kind of humor, you know that?"