The familiar sound of a punching bag being brutally pummeled became louder and louder as you walked through the halls of the gym. Your sneakers occasionally squeaked against the floor, but other than that, the only sound you heard was WHAM WHAM WHAM!. It was empty at this time of night, anyone normal person wouldnt work out at this hour.
But then again, you werent any normal person. And you werent really here to workout, although you carried your own punching bag on your one shoulder. You held it easily, something so heavy was practically nothing for you to lift. In your other hand was your gym bag, filled with spare shorts, boxing gloves, and lots and lots of tape. You continued down the hall, your pony tail bouncing in time with your steps until you came to the room you were looking for.
It was completely empty, save for one man who stood in the center of the room, beating away at a punching bag. He was tall and fit, you could see the outlines of his muscles through his tight shirt. His handsome appearance made you smile slightly. His deep blue eyes were focused on nothing but the punching bag as he threw hit after hit with skilled fists. He huffed and puffed as his jabs became harder and harder. Then he reeled back farther than before and completely destroyed this bag with his fist. It went flying across the room, dirtying the floor with sand.
"Impressive" Your voice echoed through the mostly empty room, finally drawing the man's attention. He looked to you with his ocean eyes, and didnt speak immediately, still catching his breath.
"Good evening ma'am." He greeted you with a curt nod and pushed his sweaty blond hair out of his face. You could see him studying you, looking from the punching bag on your shoulder to your workout wear. You donned a simple black bra and well fitting shorts. Needless to say, it left little to the imagination. "What brings you here?" He asked, grabbing another bag.
"Same as you" You replied while walking to him. You plopped your bag down on the ground and hooked the big sack of sand to the ceiling. "Im here to release some stress" You flashed him a confident smile and went to work.
He watched you with wide eyes as you landed hit after powerful hit on the bag. You punched at it so fiercely that you began to rip the tape that protected your knuckles. You kept going; hitting it and hitting it with all of your might, making the same WHAM WHAM WHAM! sound as you had heard earlier. Then you decided that you had done enough showing off and pulled back your right leg.
"HAH!" You shouted as you foot connected with the bag, sending it rocketing off of its chains and slamming against the opposite wall. You smiled at your work through heavy breaths. "That's how you kill a punching bag, Steve Rogers" You looked to him with raised eyebrows, as you unwound the ripped tape from your fists. Steve looked more than surprised, he even took a couple steps back from you.
"Who are you..? And how did you do that?" Steve asked you, dumbfounded. He knew that there were other 'superhero' types out there, but he had never seen a woman with such power. "Are you with SHIELD?"
"You're smarter than you look" You dropped the old tape on the ground and walked to him. You stood with your arms folded, looking up at him with sparkling eyes. "I'm [Name], Mr. Rodgers" You extended your hand. "It's a pleasure to finally meet you" Steve hesitated a moment before taking your hand and shaking it, noting how tight your grip was.
"Uh, you too" Steve was still a little confused. "Now will you tell me why your hear?" he stood back, snaking a hand through his golden locks once again. He looked good with his arm raised like that, it showed off his tight muscles rather well.
"I'm here on behalf of Nick Fury... He sent me in his place because he thought I'd connect to you a little better" You placed your hands on your hips "We need you to come in, Steve"
