Isabella's POV

Why on this planet I wanted Steve to stay at my place, I'll never know. I should have just made him stay at Sam's, but Sam's place was too small. Especially compared to mine.

As nice and big as my house was, it was still over 70 years old, and you could hear every movement in it.

I wasn't like Tony. I didn't want to live in a huge building, or house that was more advanced than any human could dream up.

I did have safe houses that were advanced though, with my own personal Jarvis and everything, but only because they are safe houses, after all. They aren't something I could ever live in though.

No, I like my old Victorian style house in upstate New York. It was something you would raise a family in. That was it's purpose after all. Although I'd never get the family I had dreamt up, I at least got to keep my dream house.

I was snapped out of my thoughts quickly as I heard Steve hit the punching bag so hard it broke off of it's hinge, again.

Sighing, I threw my blanket off of me, and headed down to the basement.

Steve didn't pay any mind to me as I walked towards him. He was too engrossed in his own thoughts.

"You're going to break my house if you keep it up Rogers." I said as I came around to hold the bag for him to hit.

If he broke this one as well, I'd have to run out and buy more in the morning, and I didn't have time for that.

"I'm" hit "sorry" hit "I'm" hit "almost" hit "done." He said hitting it one last time.

"It's alright, I used to do the same thing." I said as I stared at the hole in the wall that I punched so many years ago. "At least I keep my punching bags stocked now."

Steve let out a chuckle. "Can't sleep?" He asked taking notice to me in my sweats, and lack of make up. Steve rarely saw me in this state.

"Actually, my housemate can't seem to sleep, and feels everyone must suffer with him." I said with a small smile.

"Sorry Bell."

"It's quite alright." I said looking around. My eyes landed on my ring that I built last year. I smirked and looked at Steve. "So, super soldier, how much energy do you have left in you."

His gaze followed mine, and he laughed at me. "You really think you can hang?"

"Oh Rogers. The real question is, can you?"

"Suit up then." He said going to put on gloves.

I ran up stairs to change into a sports bra with a tank top, and compression shorts. If I was going to beat Steve, I'd need to be able to move easily without too many clothing restrictions.

When I came downstairs he was ghost boxing in the ring.

"Just so we're clear, it's going to be more embarrassing for you, when I beat you without even having warmed up." I said stepping into a ring with a smirk.

"You know, your comments are starting to remind me of Tony."

"Oh please, that man got his smartass mouth from me." Steve chuckled. "You ready gramps?"

Steve smiled as he took the first swing at me.

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I felt Steve tap my arm, signaling he gave up.

"You so can't hang." I said letting him go. "Your age really is getting to you."

"You used your powers against me! It wasn't even a fair match!" Steve exclaimed.

"I knocked you off your feet one time, it's not like I lit you on fire, or froze you again." I said with an arrogant smile.

"I hate how much I love you." Steve said shaking his head.

"It's mutual." I looked at the clock on the wall noticing it was 2 am. "Alright, it's bed time." I climbed out of the ring. "Try not to make any noise. I want to sleep for once. I have an early flight after all"

"Do you have a new lead you're not sharing?" Steve asked taking off his wrap.

"Yes and no." I said sighing. "I just have a gut feelings. There's been no sightings. I just can't help but feel like-"

"Like you know exactly what he's thinking right now." Steve said stepping in front of me. "Do you want me to go with you?"

I paused thinking. I wasn't sure I could handle the assassin on my own, but it wasn't safe for Steve to be in DC either. "No, as much as I think I'll need you, I don't want anyone knowing you're back in DC. They want our heads on a platter, but yours more than mine."

Steve cringed. "Fair enough... What are you going to do if you find him?"

"I don't know." I felt that tight tugging in my chest again. "I think I'm going to take him to a safe house, until he's mentally safe from himself. And no, you can't know which one, for both of our safety."

"Okay, I trust you. You do know where to go if you need help though, right?"

"Where we're going Rogers, no one could get to except me." I said scratching the back of my head nervously. "I made the ultimate safe house not even Tony or his Jarvis knows about."

"I still find it funny you have your own Jarvis." Steve said with a chuckle.

"I needed a computer that would always side with me over Tony." I sighed exhausted. "I'll say goodbye before I leave. I also got you a car that drives itself. The keys are hanging by the door."

"You do too much for me."

"It's what he would have wanted. Goodnight Stevie."

"Don't call me that!"