Author's Note: Hi readers. This is my first Avengers fic, centered around my own character, Ariana, Captain America, and Loki. I don't own anything but my own superhero: Ariana! Thank you & hope you enjoy it.

Chapter Two: Training

I came into S.H.I.E.L.D headquarters the next morning just as instructed. There had not been another unusual dream or vision since yesterdays. I threw my keys, cell phone, and water bottle into my gold Michael Kors bag and headed out to my shiny new black Jeep Wrangler that my stepfather had gotten me for my birthday last January. Southern California weather was hot and dry, so the vehicle was exactly what I needed for roaming around the desert.

As I approached the building's parking lot, I saw Steve there waiting for me. He had a nice friendly smile on his face and was wearing a slouchy hoodie over a blue henley. He looked admittingly hot. After dozens of bad relationships, I wasn't planning on one with my new training instructor, but it didn't hurt to look. I winked back at him.

As I hopped out of the Jeep, Steve waved. "Excited for your first day on the team?" He asked me.

"Quite." I replied, "Although I don't think my gifts can fight off things like the Destroyer Jane told me about last month."

"You may surprise yourself." Steve smiled as we walked into the building together.

He held out the door for me, again. "Thanks," I smiled. He really was a nice guy and knew how to treat a lady like she should be treated.

We walked down a few hallways until we got to a big room, similar to that of a kickboxing or fitness studio. There were squishy mats and punching bags galore. "Wow. This is nice." I muttered.

"Yeah, and I'll just be teaching you just about anything to fight off what we're dealing with."

"Which is?" I asked.

"Anything that's following Thor. Most likely Loki which means most likely something along the lines of that Destroyer." Steve explained. My eyes widened.

"A Destroyer!?"

"Yes, now lets practice some basic moves, shall we?" He smiled before instructing me how to do some basic kicks and punches. We did a little bit of training on how to get out of holds, and basic chokes as well. Before long, I looked at the clock on the wall. 12:45. We have been training for almost four hours and I didn't even notice it. I felt comfortable, maybe that's why. Steve made everything seem alright.

Our training lasted for a little bit longer, with spinning kicks, axe-kicks, and sidekicks. He then showed me a few restraint techniques.

Steve pulled me into a bear hug with his strong muscular arms over mine preventing me from escape before saying, "So now what do you do Ariana? Remember...think hard." He reminded me.

I thought about what he had taught me and placed my right foot behind his to throw off his balance before twisting his wrist and freeing myself. "Amazing! You're doing great for your first day." Steve smiled at me again. He was genuine, and caring. Probably one of the many reasons besides his strength that they had recruited him to the Avengers for.

We wound up doing a few more moves, some including ju-jitsu and mui-thai styles before settling down for a break. I sat on one of the benches while I opened my water bottle. Steve came to sit beside me.

"You know, it occurred to me...Have you ever taken martial arts classes before?" He asked.

"Actually...I did when I was a kid. Probably for about seven years, tae-kwon-do." I replied thinking of all the belts I obtained from the tae-kwon-do classes my mom put me in as a kid.

"That's probably why you're so good. You're a natural at this Ariana." He smiled.

"Impossible. I did it around eight years ago. You know, kid stuff." I explained. There was no way that could have aided me on what I was doing today.

"Maybe. But the techniques there for sure." He said.

"Thanks. Makes me feel a whole lot better about this." I replied. "You know, it was a bit of a shock. I don't see all of the future whenever I want. Just at certain times, and I never thought I would be able to train and learn how to fight before. I've certainly never handled a gun either." I told him.

"Ariana. You don't need to be anything. If Nick Fury thought you were capable...then you're capable. Believe it. And plus, Clint's going to show you how to use a gun soon. Probably in about a month when Fury or Coulson thinks you're ready." He explained as he smiled. Everything was going to be okay Ari, I told myself.

"Alright," I responded as I got my stuff back into my bag. "Is there anything else I need to do today, Captain?" I winked as I used his Avengers name.

He smiled. "Nothing really, Ariana. You're to resume training on Monday, with Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, and Saturday as the days to come in. Just meet me here unless Fury or Coulson wants you to do something else. You get Sunday, and Friday off unless we need you." He explained.

"Oh. Great. Thanks!" I thanked him. Yes! Friday and Sunday off? Better than my last job, for sure. This was definitely going to pump up my party game.

After stopping by the grocery store on the way home, the back of my Wrangler was filled with Luna protein bars, organic fruit juice, lean meat, and green salad, things I don't usually buy. I was really going to put some effort into my training, and my eating for that matter, if I wanted to be able to fight things off like the Destroyer.

Then my thoughts shifted back to Steve. He was so handsome, a true gentleman, America's saviour. I obviously thought he was attractive, but he was my training instructor! But then...not only was he handsome, but he was also kind. Being with Steve made me feel like nothing could go wrong...

All of a sudden, I saw a couple of raindrops on my windshield. That snapped me out of my thoughts of Steve. Then, a couple more. Shit, it was raining. It started to get heavier as I turned my wipers on. Good thing I had an all weather vehicle.

Suddenly I saw it again in my head, or wait, it was real this time. Thunder and lightning played a lovely orchestra of music and lights for me to see as I saw, far off into the distance, a man falling from the sky. Or at least, I thought it was a man.

The figure fell the same way it had did in my vision, with grace and elegance. I shifted my Jeep into four wheel drive as I went off road into the sand that headed out to the desert. I needed to see what this was.

I pressed the pedal to the medal as my Wrangler vroomed into high-speed towards the figure falling from the sky, with thunder, lightning, and rain circling him. As I got close, I parked my car and got out.

I ran towards the figure, He was going to fall! I screamed at him, "Brace yourself! Help's coming!" before he hit the ground with a thud.

Normally, well, no normal person could survive that! Their body would be crushed by the force, pummelled, bones broken! I ran towards the body to examine it. The man looked elegant, with his black hair sleeked back. And the way he was dressed...looked almost royal. It was a green and golden robe, with detailed adornments. I put both my hands to his face. "Can you hear me?" I asked. Obviously he couldn't. The man was most likely, dead. But I couldn't leave him here! And it was too weird, I couldn't call 911 either.

"Please, just say something...I'll get you out of this!" I told him. Still, nothing. I rolled my eyes, I guess I'd have to take him home. I didn't think he was dead. I mean, I hope he isn't dead because my senses tell me he isn't.

He didn't weigh that much. Probably around the same weight as one of the bigger punching bags in the studio. I pulled him into the backseat of my car. His face had a few minor scratches, but nothing major. His body was still intact. I didn't see any blood either.

"Fuck. I'm driving home with a body that's most likely, possibly dead in the backseat of my car and it wasn't even really a big deal. Fuck me Ari!" I yelled at myself the way home.

As soon as I got to my one-bedroom apartment, I thanked the gods that it was on the first floor, I mean, what would people think if they saw me hauling a dead-looking body up the elevator. I didn't even have to enter the building. I opened the side door on my tiny patio and let myself in, while holding the strange man by his arms.

I laid him on the couch. All of a sudden I saw his mouth form a slight smirk. I let out a sigh of relief. Good...he isn't dead. Maybe he would just wake up already and then I would just explain things and he'd be okay. I mean, I doubt he jumped off a plane or anything with those types of clothes but...you never know.