The Other Rogers

Chapter 31

The morning had started just like any other. Anya woke up and searched for something to drink. The snores that came from the bedrooms on either side of her made her smile.

This felt like the past; the memory of mornings that she would have woken up before them and have breakfast made, brought a nostalgic smile. Shaking her head to push away the sense of homesick she made her way to the kitchen, craving a scolding cup of tea.

Half an hour later, she had finished her tea, and everyone was still asleep.

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Anya had walked down to the pool, hoping to have a swim now that she knew it was there; but instead, a hand pulled her back as Pietro dragged her to the gym where everyone was warming up and stretching, all but Tony who stood there in a horrible feminine Captain outfit.

As Pietro set her down Tony approached her smiling, "Now if you had joined your brother, you would have worn something like this?" He questioned.

She shook her head, wishing there was a shredder to destroy such a costume with. "I wouldn't be seen dead in that."

Tony laughed but then pouted as he clicked onto what she was saying. "But I thought I looked hot in this, is it the wig?"

He held up a blonde wig and quickly placed it on, posing much like a dancer, puckering his lips and everything. Anya just ran away laughing as she was chased, "But Anya, I am your cheerleader!"

Not watching where she was running, she ran straight into James who held her, his chest moving with his chuckles as she tried to erase the image of Tony out of her mind.

Then his words registered, "Wait why do I need a cheerleader?"

James tilted her head to look up at him, "We are having a spar day. And apparently it is all of us against you," she frowned, her mouth open. "Separately of course."

Anya sat down close to James as Clint and Natasha fought. She cringed as the archer went for a low attack, attempting to swipe out Natasha's legs; but the woman jumped and landed on his shoulders, a move Anya remembered teaching the girls in the program.

Cheering she leapt up as the weight of them both sent them to the ground, Natasha's legs still wrapped around his neck. It didn't take long for Clint to tap out.

The fight was over, and Tony skipped to the ring, hitting the bell, "That's a definite total knockout." His voice high-pitched as he still pretended to be a female.

He did it so well. Anya decided from then on, his name was being changed to Antonia.

Sam stood up and clapped, pointing to James. "You and me!"

Anya laughed and shook her head, "We may want to start planning Sam's funeral."

Everyone nodded and joined in as James smirked climbing into the ring.

Sam just frowned, crossing his arms. "Not cool Anya. Not cool."

The fight barely took a minute. Sam hadn't even gotten into the ring before James threw a fake left punch and as he responded, James leaned forward and brought up his kneel, collecting Sam's chin sending him sprawling. Flopping himself onto the man while down, James was quick to yank both of his opponent's arms against his back; pinning him to the mat causing Sam to use his own head to tap out.