Cherry || b.barnes

13 || Help

Sunday is passing without any further important events. Despite my muscle aches, I go for a run in the morning and take a shower afterwards. As it turned out, I had lunch with Ergon and Jason. I didn't talk a lot to them, rather listened while they joked around about football games and their favorite weapons. The blonde's were basic knives, the other one's axes. He said he developed his special liking for them after he killed an intruder before they could murder his mother and little sister. When he was nine.
Both of them appear sympathetic, maybe a little too into flat jokes and a little too interested in military politics for my behalf, but then again, I don't have to deal with them twenty-for seven. We're roommates, eating together then and now, but that's it about that.
The rest of the day I was perched in my room, my hand drawing on the same newspapers as yesterday evening and thinking of nothing.

On Monday, I almost threw my alarm against the wall. I'm not used to get up this early, not even with the past week urging me to stand up at the same time. Days don't change what's in my bones for years, and in my bones is getting up at ten rather than at half past six. However, the language class – as a special exception – went by fast. I chose to learn Russian, which happens to possibly be very helpful in the rather sooner and later future, and I must admit, I'm certainly not bad at it. For the week of lessons I got to now.

Afterwards, there was a little break before heading to the gym in the second floor below the surface, which is containing merely said training area. We could also do it at our level, but I think our mentors like to do it on official ground rather than intruding our personal space.

The walls are painted in black, mostly. Bright, more white than yellow light falls down on me when I enter, and isolated, a few agents are training, but not enough to disturb us. The ring in the right edge is free, probably because we're soon about to train there, and what looks like a couple runs their rounds along the space's walls, a round perhaps seven-hundred to eight-hundred meters long. But more than panting is not to hear, and the piercing scent of sweat makes me wrinkle my nose. I'm the first of our little trio to be here, and after putting my hair back into a high ponytail, adjusting my black top and leggings before swapping my shoes and putting my changing clothes as well as my shoes into a locker, I take the advice by heart and go for a few rounds of jogging to limber up.

It isn't that long after both Jason and Ergon join the room, too. They're puddled together, though, making their own route while I keep my track at least half a circle in front from them.

Not running as fast as I can, I don't really warm up. But I just can't really, don't want to. It's the attention I would get; I know most of them probably heard of my powers, maybe even seen me in action on videos. I don't know how much footage this organization really has on me that doesn't come from the training sessions. And within them, I mostly hold back, too; try to maintain control about the amount of information they get as long as I can. I know Coulson and Johnson and May could talk, but it's always different hearing something to experiencing it. And I don't need more Wilson's in my life.

Plus, this power is a curse for me, rather. It reminds me of who I am, who I biologically am, and that is the fact I want to forget most, want to bury deep into the ground and plant a big rock on its top.

Ten minutes later, the trainer strolls into the gym. He's in his mid-thirties, perhaps, built very muscular and has the habit of always looking disappointed, no matter what you do. His light blond hair seems almost white, shining underneath the luminescence from above, and the three of us come together to the ring. We start with a shadow-boxing first, with some practices for condition before the trainer calls in one after the other into the ring, while the two people left are tasked with sit-ups and planks and squats. Round for round it goes, and while the others are already dripping with sweat after half an hour, I just start to do so.