•{Condemned}• 2

{1}•Routine•

Hey! Once again, thank you for choosing to read this!
I'm really lazy and haven't changed it in "Abyss" but I've decided Elena was fifteen during "Abyss" and begins this as a fifteen year old. Not sixteen. :)))
Her age doesn't follow the MCU years... hehe sorry for the confusion.
Happy reading x

[1] •Routine•

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ELENA JOHNSON attempts to catch her breath. Sam Wilson, jogging beside her does the same. Neither wants the other to know how tired they truly are. The tree is coming up.

The tree they race from to the compound every day.

Except Saturday. Sam considered it a sin to run on a Saturday. He needed a sleep in.

After the events of Sokovia, Steve had allowed her to join to new Avenger initiative on the premises she put in the work. The work, which consisted of a 7km run every morning before school and a two hour sparring session with Nat Monday's and Thursdays, a sparring with Steve Saturday and training her powers with Wanda on Fridays and Wednesdays.

The first month she had complained, though not as much as Steve had expected. But then again, the fifteen year old, almost sixteen, is an ex HYDRA agent. She is used to hard trainings.

Admittedly, Steve had been cautious about forcing her to train at first. He wanted her to have a near normal life, go to school, make friends... female friends. But Natasha wouldn't hear of it. She had pushed him to it. She had said she needed it. And after a while, El had agreed with her.

"Are you sure your little legs can handle this?" Sam calls over to her.

She frowns, although her legs are burning. "Can yours?" She taunts.

Sam laughs between his heavy breathing. Her eyes remain trained on the large tree.

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She pumps her legs, her arms swinging back and forth. She straightens her back, her head upright, like Steve had taught her. She is faster than Sam if she runs properly. So she concentrates.

The sprint is exactly 300 meters.

They had ran 250.

She pushes forward, veering ahead of her opponent, despite her exhaustion she manages, "On your left!"

She races forward down the end of the driveway, past their finishing line. She breaks into a fit of laughter, dramatically punching the air. She turns when Sam stops behind her suddenly groaning.

"This is getting pretty sad, Wilson," she teases.

"You little shit," he murmurs as she marches up to the compound. She raises a finger behind her, making out his small chuckle as she entered the compound.