Authors Note

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I quickly showered and dried

my hair, pulling it into a short french braid that just hung below my shoulders. Trainers, black yoga pants and a pink tank top was what I changed into- perfect for jogging but fairly stylish. I grabbed my phone and a few weapons and placed them in pockets and hidden pockets within my clothing. As I reached the lobby on the ground floor, Steve was already waiting for me. He was wearing tight fitting bottoms snd a tight fitting white t-shirt that showed off his abs and muscles for my benefit.. I couldn't help but stare.

"You ready?" Steve asked smiling

"Yep" I answered grinning

It was nice to get some fresh air. Steve and I walked for about 25 minutes on the busy streets of New York to get to the park- dodging pedestrians and keeping an eye out for suspicous activity on our way. When we finally got to the park, we broke into a jog. Well. When I say jog, I mean a fast run for me and an extreme sprint for Steve. I know he has superhuman speed and strength but man can he run fast. He used to tease me about it on missions. I was a good fighter and runner as far as humans went but I was nothing compared to him. My abilities lye in being a fighter pilot, inventor and hacker. I was told by Fury himself that I was one of the best pilots he had ever met. I feel comfortable in a plane, I feel no limits in the sky. I guess you could say I got my intelligence from my father. I love inventing and creating things- my dad does it better but I am still good. I specialise in computers. Hacking and cracking codes are a sixth sence to me, easy and simple. Steve and I were great on missions. I handled the tech whilst he had my back.

After about 30 minutes of running, I had to stop to catch my breath. That was enough running for the day.

"Hurry up Captain Slow" Steve called, walking to where I stood

"Shut up" I said, elbowing him in the ribs, when he got close enough to reach. "You cheat anyway" I stated

"I do not" said Steve chuckling " I just had serum to make me better"

"More like some serious steroids" I retorted

We slowly drifted out of the park, making our way back to the tower. We talked and laughed about all sorts of things. From missions to movies and music. We were about 2 blocks away from the tower when I dragged Steve into a small coffee shop. We sat down- Steve drinking a latte whilst I sipped on a smoothie.

"Not a coffee drinker?" Steve asked, nodding towards my drink

"nah, not really" I said shaking my head "I don't really like any hot drinks. Coffee, hot chocolate. Tea is ok, I don't mind drinking tea." I rambled

Steve lifted an eyebrow " You don't like hot chocolate?"

I shook my head, swallowing my drink. "It tastes weird"

Steve chuckled "Well I've learned something new about you today"

"There is a lot you don't know about me" I replied, smirking.

We finished our drinks and headed back to the tower. Steve asked me what I was planning to do today, of which I proceeded to tell him that my dad had managed to rescue my jet from S.H.I.E.L.D and that I needed to repair it, so I would be in the aircraft hanger all day. Once we reched the loby we headed into an elevator, stopping at Steves floor first, which was 1 level below mine. Steve stepped out and turned towards me.

"Try not to electrocute, or blow yourself up in the aircraft hanger" Steve said, his blue eyes full of humour and kindness

I smirked "I can't promise anything" and with that the doors closed and he was gone.

When I reached my floor I walked into my bedroom and undressed. I pulled on my old black flight suit and zipped it up at the front, placing my feet in a old pair of combat boots. These would do to get mucky and oily from repairing a plane. I glanced over at the small cabinet in the corner of the room- which held my "proper" flight uniform- I couldn't wait to be able to wear that again.

I headed out of my room and towards the elevators- making my way up to the hangers.