The next morning Olivia awoke to a beautiful sun rise visible in the large tinted glass windows in her room. The night before she had unfastened the neatly arranged curtains so that when the sun was making its way up, she would finally get to see it. Mornings were never her favorite until that very moment she saw the sun, it had been too long that she was deprived of the beauty of the world.

As she walked over to get a bottle of water from the large white fridge in the kitchen area she realized a few folded athletic clothes sat on top of the coffee table with a notecard attached.

The card read, "Take your pick and when you wake a guard will take you to your training session."

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The guard was silent the whole trip down even when she addressed him. His eyes looked ice blue which Olivia found rather odd and yet rather fascinating. The training room looked like any average run of the mill gymnasium. There were blue mats on the floor, punching bags and a plethora of full length mirrors lining the walls.

To her surprise, the man who rescued her was nowhere in sight. She figured if she would be training with anyone it would be him.

"You must be Olivia." A man called out to her as he separated from another group of agents who were in the process of exiting the room.

"Yup. That's me." Olivia smiled examining the man. He look oddly familiar but she couldn't quite exactly put her finger on who he was. He had short dirty blonde hair styled in a military cut. His exposed arms were practically bulging out of his ripped sleeves athletic shirt. Not many men could sport muscle tops but there he was pulling it off.

Then there was that thing going on with his eyes. It caused a shiver to go down Olivia's back as she realized they were the same ice blue as the guard who had escorted her to the training room.

"My name is Agent Barton." He extended his arm to shake hers.

"I knew I recognized you." A knot formed in her throat as she stared at the man who she had faced numerous times on opposing forces. "I thought you worked with S.H.I.E.L.D." Her fists were clenched ready for a fight, even though Olivia knew she would be rusty. There was no way she was going back to being S.H.I.E.L.D's captive so quickly.

Barton awkwardly laughed noticing the tension and fear in her eyes. "Easy tiger. Just because we fought on different sides of the war doesn't mean we aren't on the same side now. I've seen the light, I know my true purpose now." His words almost sounded like a chant or a prayer people said in a cult.

"I'll believe it when I see it." She smirked.

"Well the boss man wants me to train you, so how about it." He shrugged cracking his knuckles. "From one former agent to another, you've got to let go of that anger."

"I am not angry?" Oliva relaxed her shoulders opening her legs slightly to form her fighting stance. "I'm royally pissed off and I am ready to punch someone or something." She spoke through her teeth imagining her fist against Barton's pretty face.

With the extension of one of his hands Barton motioned his hand forward a few times as if to challenge her. "Bring it kid." His taunting voice aggravated Olivia.

Olivia inhaled and immediately began to fight defense while Barton fell back and kept with the offense.

As he paced back and forth with his feet, Olivia noticed he was monitoring her every move like a hawk. While Barton was not as tall and wide as the average agents, he was still much larger than Olivia's petite frame. However, due to her size Olivia had quicker movements on her side.

Their eyes zoned in on each other and in a fast paced forward movement Olivia tossed a jab in Barton's direction that he was quick to avoid.

"Not bad." He panted with his arms still up in a blocking motion.

"You know this would be a lot easier if I had a weapon."

"Weapons aren't always an option. Which is why hand on hand combat is the most important battle skill to have." Barton explained causing a groan to leave Olivia's lips.

She could feel sweat on her brow forming although they had only been practicing for a few minutes now. Physical endurance training was something her body had long forgotten.

With a deep inhale and sigh, Olivia gave it her all. She shifted her body forward closer to Barton and as quick and as powerful as she could, she delivered a punch against his chest. Then before he could block or reposition himself, she threw an uppercut at him causing his head to unwilfully move up and his teeth gnashed together.

"Oh my god, I'm so sorry." Olivia used her hands to cover her mouth in shock.

It was then that Olivia let her guard down and realized she was being hostile to someone who did not deserve it. Sure she was pissed, but it wasn't at Agent Barton, possibly not even S.H.I.E.L.D, they were just doing their job. But her friends whom she thought were her "family," abandoned her to rot in a jail cell while they clung to the shadows and disappeared even quicker than they formed. Where were they?

"No. Don't sweat it. That is what I'm here for." Agent Barton was bent over trying to catch his breath after spitting up blood that had drawn in his mouth due to the punch. "That punch had quite a kick, consider me impressed. Use that anger." His voice said firmly.

They absentmindedly sparred for a few hours as Barton was figuring out her fighting technique and what moves she needed to improve on. Every now and then he shouted a quick suggestion and to her surprise every time Olivia listened, she found herself winning their matches. Agent Barton wasn't the enemy she once pegged him for but he was just like her, an agent born to fight.

"Same time tomorrow?" Barton smiled as he handed her a fresh towel to wipe the beads of sweat that formed on her forehead.

"That depends if I can walk tomorrow."

"This is nothing kid, wait until we start the more rigorous portion of your training."

"Please tell me you're joking." Olivia said as she rubbed the aching in her shoulder.

"Sorry to disappoint. Boss man wants all his recruits to be in tip top shape."

With a scoff and an eye roll Olivia turned her back to Barton and headed for the entrance of the training room to meet with the guard who was to escort her back to her suite. Feeling an intense sense that someone was watching her, she turned to stare behind her. It was her rescuer. He stood brooding as usual watching another group of recruits before his vision returned to her. She smiled and waved unsure of what else to do when making eye contact with him from across a room. He nodded softly to himself and returned his gaze back to the other recruits.

Her jaw slightly dropped as her cheeks turned red. How dare he ignore her.

"Wow what a dick." Olivia mumbled to herself as her hand reached for the door and she exited the threshold.

"What was that?" The guard questioned her with a deep crease in the center of his brows.

"Oh now you listen to me."

Once again in silence the guard had taken her back to her room remaining mysterious as before. When she walked into her suite she realized someone must have come in cleaned because her living area was much cleaner than she had left it. Her fridge was fully stocked and when she went to her bedroom area she realized some more athletic apparel had been dropped off and placed into the closet in the bedroom area.

"Alright maybe I could get used to this." She smiled eyeing the beautiful fruit plate stocked in her fridge.

Although she still had no clue who she was working for, Olivia felt happy where she was. Everything was a mystery but hey nobody had tried to kill her and she was getting to live in a nice luxurious room. Who was she to complain.

If things went south she could leave anytime, escaping was her forte.