Whack! Whack! Whack! Boom!
The dusty blonde haired woman had punched the hanging heavy bag off the stand and sent it flying.
"Oops," she muttered.
The tall blonde walked over and picked up the bag and dragged it across her floor to lay down against the wall. She didn't feel like cleaning up today which would annoy her parents to no end had they still been alive.
She was a tall strong beauty who used her super strength and anti aging to her advantage to the disapproval of her parents who's only wish was that she stay under the radar. Being a calendar model had definitely not been something which put her under the radar, but that had been decades ago before the time of the internet.
She never made it big time even thought she had talent agents knocking on her door at the time. She could have rivaled Marilyn Monroe as the poster child of decade model icon, maybe even century because nobody has come close to the star power of Marilyn in several decades.
But she was a good girl in the end and didn't go too far in the spotlight, unlike Tony Stark who embodied center stage. She hung out with him for a few years around his college years. She partied with him and kept a watch on him, but time ticked by, and she need needed to leave before he realized she wasn't aging like him. She could have stayed longer, sure, but he was making a name for himself too, and she wanted to stay out of the eye of the paparazzi.
More decades ticked by, and she was dealing with Chitauri aliens New York. She was grabbing civilians and essentially throwing them under cover. She desperately tried not to appear more powered than her Amazonian form allowed. She wasn't interested in becoming the next Avenger. Leave the big boys and Black Widow to do their stunts and all the recourse of that. The Accords are coming, baby!
A few more years later, and she was dealing with the end of Hydra. She was a part of SHIELD as a special secret agent for several decades. Being the daughter of SHIELD's founding kind of did that to a person. She stayed only under top staff knowledge because according to all records, Peggy Carter never had a daughter. With that being said, she made sure her personal files were all deleted before Black Widow exposed them all to the public.
They were encrypted in the most up to date Howard Stark tech, but with the advanced hackers in today's era, it was safer to trash them instead. The only copies left were her physical ones which she kept on her because you never know when a girl's gonna need her birth certificate or college degree, no matter what decade.
Ring!
She reached for her phone and answered it.
"Hello?"
"Hey, are you doing okay? This is my weekly phone call again, remember?"
Yep, Sharon Carter's weekly check in phone calls. Once her mother got Alzheimer's, Sharon called her since she was one of like two or three people who knew she even existed. Those weekly phone calls sure went away when Sharon went on the run with Captain America, the Falcon, and Winter Soldier... but that would have been the preferred reason those phone calls went silent.
Going on dates with a man who close enough to be her Uncle was weird enough. The age she could live with. He looked young. Not a day older than the ice bath, but being "close" to her aunt should have been notice enough to stay away.
"How is life not on the run?" she asked her.
"Good. Weird, but good," Sharon answered, "I wanted to know how you are."
"I'm fine. Throwing heavy bags around like normal, but fine," she replied.
She decided to grab another and string it up.
"You're just like him," Sharon said.
"I'm nothing like him."