I walked side by side with Nat. I could feel Nat's glare on me, as if she was studying me. After a few moments of leaving the lab Nat spoke up.

"kto ty na samom dele" she questioned.

I hadn't heard those words in the English language, did Earth have more than one native tongue?

"sorry, not understand" I replied giving her a confused look.

"It's Russian, don't worry about it." Changing the topic she asked, "Have you ever trained before?"

"Yes, a small training" It killed me to speak improper, but I had to keep up this persona just for a bit longer.

"You mean 'some' training" she corrected.

"Yes" I laughed, faking embarrassment.

"I'll have to watch to see the competition. See what I'm up against" she joked.

I just shrugged my shoulders. I actually wasn't sure how the people of earth trained so I wasn't a hundred percent sure if I could duel sufficiently with another. I mean, my training back home was extensive but what if Earth had more intense training. What if I couldn't remember anything or I lost the muscle memory I had spent my life gaining? I guess I would have to see. I knew one thing though, I wasn't going to hold back, I wanted to improve my physical self and holding anything back wouldn't benefit me. I was going to give this training my all.

Once we reached the training centre Nat scanned her ID card, and I swear she glared at me as she put her card in the inside of her pocket. When I entered the room the first thing I noticed was the lack of agents in it. On my first 'authorised' visit it was packed with agents working out, duelling or using the treadmills. There wasn't anyone here apart from the bear that was Agent Smith. Again I was reminded of the sheer size of the agent. He was on his phone in the corner of the room when we entered but quickly set the phone down on the bench where his water bottle sat.

Agent Smith came over smiling, the giant bear supporting a grin that could captivate anyone. He reminded me of my bulzard- Sir Quiffals. Sir Quiffals was what the humans would call a pet back home. A bulzard was like a personal pet. You only ever have one at a time and more than likely just the one for your entire lifetime as they lived a really long life. They were shaped like a small fox, the height of my knees and had beautiful feathered wings. All bulzards just like any species were born with different colours. Some where grey, others gold or black, but my bulzard? He was a gorgeous white, with black faded through his tail and wings. He had bright blue eyes that just like Agent Smith could lure in his unsuspecting victim. Sir Quiffals was a ninja in disguise, a protector for me. You wouldn't mess with him if you knew what was best for you. I had seen him take on a beast ten times his size and come out victorious. Another flash of hurt rattled me to the core as I remembered how I would never see him again.

"Ah Agent Romanoff! Came ta' watch da' young lady train? cause I hope u don't wanna another rematch, I don't think me' pride could take another loss" Agent Smith laughed.

"Not today, although I might pop in soon to see if you've improved any." She replied. "Ich bin neugierig auf das Mädchen. Ich denke, sie weiß mehr als das, was sie vorhat. Wenn es dir nichts ausmacht, wenn ich zuschaue, wie du sie trainierst, würde ich gerne sehen, wie es ihr geht?"

I looked up when Nat switched language. Was she hiding something? It didn't sound like the 'Russian' she spoke earlier. I had a feeling that she knew that I understood English more than what I let on.

"Ah yes, that is not an issue Agent" Agent Smith answered looking down in my direction.

With a nod, and a pat on my back Nat moved to the corner of the room. Well, didn't I feel left out of the conversation.

"So, young lady, we're goin' ta' do some warm up exercises ta' begin. If you would follow what I do." He states, his accent as thick as ever.

We ended up spending 15 minutes warming up and I was relieved to know that they were similar to the exercises I did back home. We done some stretches and due to my new found love of yoga I found that I was quite flexible. I also had a decent build up of stamina that I learned last night during my break-in. We done a few laps around the room to get our 'blood moving' according to Agent Smith. There was nothing too strenuous to begin with. After our warm up, we began the real work out.

Agent Smith directed me to stand on the mats in the centre of the room. He told me that we would begin some hand to hand combat to test my natural reflexes, all the while Nat stood silently in the corner-a true spy in her element.

We circled each other, Agent Smith analysing my footwork and me calculating how I would use my height and weight difference to my advantage. Agent Smith was huge, like abnormally large, and with that came strength but perhaps his downfall would be agility. I would have to test his manoeuvring skills.

The agent struck first, a quick jab to my left. I ducked and rolled behind him, intending to trip him with my foot. He move just in time and aimed a punch at my liver. I saw this and using both hands pushed his hands to the side while bringing up my leg I kneed him in the stomach. He was quick to recover but not quick enough to catch me as I slide under his legs.

I decided that I would take on the defensive side, not attacking but blocking. See how he moved and get him tired so he would leave himself open to me. He turned around and smiled-not the friendly smile I saw earlier, this one was with malice, he knew he could go a bit harder on me and by the look of it he was liking the challenge. Yeah he reminded me of Sir Quiffals for sure, a deadly ninja in disguise of a friendly face.

He started firing more punches, some to the head and others to my stomach. He was more agile than what I originally gave him credit for but he was still slower than me. I dodge everything he threw not allowing myself to be touched at all. I felt like one of the snakes I saw on the T.V, slipping and sliding out of his grasp. I forgot how much I loved this, the adrenaline. The humans definitely had a strange way of combat, it was different and kept me on my toes.

He changed his tactic once he realised he wasn't going to land a hit, he now was trying to kick me in the stomach and although I manage to dodge the first one the continuous twirls and kicks he came at me with, made me start to back away.

I wasn't going down this way.

I brought up my leg to block his successfully and quickly I jumped up behind him and locked my legs around his neck, twisting and pulling us both to the ground. I kept my legs wrapped around him until I heard a tap on the ground. Releasing him from my hold I stood up, panting heavily.

Agent smith stood up as well, a smile plastered on his face. He was breathing heavily as he wiped away sweat from his bald head.

"That was. . . very good. Really good Kyon" He said between breaths. " I have never met someone. . .so young with such skill!"

"T-Thanks" I breathed, that was no easy fight. His strength alone was insane, his stamina too. I just felt lucky to actually get him down.

I jumped when I heard Nat beside me, Gods was she stealthy.

"That was impressive, Kyon." She commented, looking down at my sweaty and panting form.

Gods, I didn't think I was this out of shape but I suppose spending over 4 billion years in a pod unable to move wasn't good for ones stamina. I was bound to be affected in some way.

Nat handed me a bottle of water which I gladly downed.

"Were did you learn ta' fight like dat'" Agent Smith questioned once he too had his breathing under control.

"Home" I answered hopping that he wouldn't question further.

"And where is home?" Nat intervened.

"Home" I shrugged.

Nat was about to question me further but was cut off when I heard a buzz from the ear piece she wore. A few seconds later she placed her finger to the device.

"You found him?I'm on my way." She confirmed, starting to walk towards the door. "We'll talk later" she said looking at me and Agent Smith. She was gone in a flash out the door.

"Well tat was fun" Agent Smith announced. " I think dat will do us for today, you done really well" He beamed, walking over to his towel in the corner.

I really enjoy today's session but since first meeting Agent Smith there was a question that I was burning to know.

"Agent Smith"

"Yes?" He mumbled from under the towel he was currently rubbing his hairless head with.

"You speak different, Nat?" I asked.

"Well lass, if your meaning me' accent den' dats' cause I'm from Germany. We speak differently to der Americans. Different language ya see. Actually dat was what Agent Romanoff was speaking when she was talking ta' me. It's easier for me ta' understand in my native tongue." He added " Agent Romanoff is talented, she speaks multiple languages without an accent-wish I could do dat if I'm ta' be honest." He laughed.

"Oh" I simply said.

I knew now that if I was to survive living on earth I would have to study more of its culture, it's languages. I didn't like being left in the dark.

I left soon after heading straight to the shower. Once clean and wearing fresh clothes I made for the kitchen. I was getting that tea now even if the helicarrier crashed. I made myself some food, a collection of stuff really. I made cheese sandwiches, ate a yogurt, a banana and someone's pasta that was in the fridge. I was pretty sure that the name on the tub meant that it belonged to someone else but it looked really good so. . . I ate it. I made the tea in a travel cup and took it with me. I wanted to see what was going on that made Nat leave so abruptly.

I made it to the main control centre where I saw Nick Fury standing in front of a large screen taking up the majority of the room. The screen showed the inside of a quinjet-one of the planes that was tied down outside on the runway. I could see Captain Steve Rodgers dressed in his full attire, the red, white and blue suit his shield sitting beside him. He stood beside. . . Anthony Edward Stark aka Iron man. When did he arrive? Gods, if taking a shower and grabbing something to eat was long enough for me to miss the drama, I better get used to smelling. Starks metal suit looked positively gleaming as he stood conversing with the Captain. They seemed to be in a heated argument that I couldn't hear, but apparently Fury could. He told Nat who was flying, to tell them to 'quit their whining'

The screen also showed a man I had never seen before. He wore strange clothes, long black hair and by the looks of it he was a prisoner. He had cuffs around his wrists. He seemed oddly familiar.

I went to the back of the room still watching the screen, sitting on the steps and quietly sipping my tea. As I watched the screen of the Captain, Stark and mystery man I felt a sudden nervous feeling bubbling in my core. I couldn't explain it but I knew something was going to happen.

I stood up suddenly, the feeling becoming more intense. I could feel my heart quickening and a lump forming in my throat. I quickly walked to Fury and tapped his shoulder.

"I-I can't explain it" I stuttered "but something is going to happen to the Captain and Stark, something-no, someone is coming. I don't know who, but it's someone with power, I-I can't explain it, j-just warn them." I rambled, I could barely hear anything over my thrumming heart. My hands were visibly shaking.

Fury stared at me his eyes widening slightly "Excuse me, but when did you become fluent in English?" He ordered, turning to face me fully.

My heart stopped. Oh Gods, I just blew my cover. That was a stupid-stupid move, I inwardly cursed myself.

"I-I ah"

I was interrupted when a flash came from the screen in front of us. Fury turned to look at the screen too.

"Agent Romanoff what was that?" Fury demanded.

There was another flash and the mysterious prisoner seemed to look slightly fearful. With another flash of what I could assume what lightning, a thud was heard on the roof of the jet. Stark quickly put on his helmet and opened the back of the jet. As soon as it opened a man landed in the entrance. He bore a hammer in his hand and vaguely I felt like I'd seen him before.

This new man stomped his way to the prisoner, throwing his hammer at stark who tried to stop him. He grabbed the prisoner around the throat-quite aggressively, and flew off the ship.

Stark was soon to follow, blasting out into the storm in his suit. Wow, the drama on Earth was very entertaining. Fury was shouting demands through his headset but my eyes widened when I saw the Captain buckle a parachute around himself and without hesitation jump out of the jet.

Gods, these humans had a dramatic flare. The commotion in the room was dialled up to 10, agents yelling over each other and Fury demanding to know where 'Loki' was-I guess that was the prisoner. I took a step back hopping that Fury would forget about the mistake I just made.

Pressing the tea I had in my hands to my chest, I quickly turned to dart out of the room.

"Don't you move!" I heard Fury holler.

I turned around to see him pointing at me, his expression firm and unreadable. He pointed to the back of the room where I had been sitting.

"Go sit, and don't move" He ordered.

The childish-rebellious voice in my head screamed at me to stump my feet and leave in a tantrum because he ordered me to do something. The more sensible voice told me to sit my ass down and don't make a sound. I listen to the latter.

I sat down, sipping my now cold tea and pondered how this would play out. I was beginning to get nervous, my hands still slightly shaking.

I couldn't get the thought that I recognised Loki and his abductor from somewhere. It was right there in my mind, I just had to scratch the surface. I knew them from somewhere. I think it was a book-yes, I read about them in a book. What was the book though?

I inwardly groaned at myself, my mind failing me when I really needed it.

I looked up to the screen to see Captain, Stark, Loki and his abductor walk into the jet. It must have landed while I wasn't watching. There was obvious tension between the group and I notice an extra few dents on Starks suit. There had definitely been a fight.

I guess I'll find out how I recognise the two new comers when I see them in person.