Humans have always been storytellers. From the day they were able to write, humans have recoded stories and shared grand tales of creatures larger than life. Myths and legends explaining how the world was created, how humans came into existence or w...
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"Whoa!"
Jules dropped to the floor in a crouch, arms shooting up to protect her head as the shield brushed just against her hair with a velocity that would have taken her head clean off.
The metal disc embedded itself into the mental wall panelling with a echoing CLANG. Jules only peeked out from behind her hands once the room fell silent once again. Jules hadn't been prepared for the shield to bounce back at her like it did, totally taken by surprised at how the metal didn't loose any speed after bouncing off the opposite like she'd anticipated it would. To be fair, Steve had warned her, but the brunette was still skeptical about the properties of vibranium. Turns out, she should have listened to the man who actually knew what he was doing.
Seeing the metal now safety unmoving, Jules slowly stood back up on unsteady feet. Steve stood on the opposite side of the training room, laughing loudly with a hand held to his chest.
Jules breathed heavily with relief that she still had a head, bending over to lean on her knees and she eyed him.
"Glad I could make you laugh by almost loosing my head!" She called over to him, clearly with a painful tone. Steve's laugh died down slowly, the super soldier making his way over to Jules in a light jog.
Steve was still getting used to how normal Jules had grown to appear in the two weeks since arriving at the S.S.R. Aside from the scars littering her skin and face, her skin had regained its lively hue, deepening in colour to the tan he remembered, and her weight had improved as well. No longer did her bones stick out, her body rounding out into soft curves and Steve could see muscle definition in her arms and shoulders.
Her face also showed drastically less signs of constant stress. The purple under her eyes had faded and they were no longer rimmed with red from crying, lips no longer dry and cracking either. But the biggest difference to Steve was seen in how often she smiled, genuinely smiled.
Before he could tell she'd put on a brave face and smiled for the benefit of others like himself, but as the days moved on Steve saw her real smile returning more and more often. Her eyes would light up with a golden glint that made his heart flutter and her laugh— oh her laugh.
It was melodic.
He'd never grow tired of hearing it.
"Sorry," Steve apologized and he reached her, placing a hand on her shoulder, "I did warn you though." He joked, Jules merely brushed his hand off with a roll of her eyes.
