[2] Just A Lost Girl | Avallone the Avenger

CHAPTER THIRTY

"You look like you've seen a ghost," Natasha said, handing me a drink. I sniffed it. "What's this?" Natasha raised her light brown eyebrows, which were obviously coloured in. "You're favourite dr - oh, right. That used to be your favourite drink. It's bourban and cola."
I sniffed it again before taking a tentative drink. "Mmmmm." I said, feeling it slide down my throat and into my intestinal tract. She laughed and nodded.
"So, what are we doing today?" I asked as she sat herself down on her couch. We were sitting in her room, which had a dark and ominous theme, which slightly spooked me.
Her light green eyes flickered, hinting at her excitement. "Well, we need to get you back on the field. So, training room it is, today." Training room? What other mysteries did this monster of a building hold?
She led the way to a room on the same floor as the main kitchen. I say main, because there were many kitchens scattered throughout the tower, probably in hidden rooms I had yet to discover.
Quietly, she opened the door, which made me wonder why. I received my answer though, when I saw that we weren't to be alone in training. There stood, attacking the swinging sand bag, Steve.
His muscles tensed, and his face was wrinkled with concentration. He didn't hear us enter, which was all fine on my part. I wanted to watch him work, not because of his muscles, well not mostly because of those, but because of the pain that entered his face everytime he swung at the bag.
"Quite a gun show, hey?" Natasha whispered in my ear, before guiding me over to an archery range. Handing be a smooth bow, she picked up her own and walked to a target.
"Take your time, learn the bow." She instructed, taking a deep breath and aiming at the target. I watched her tense, and release the arrow, only then relaxing. My eyes followed the arrow until it hit the target, dead center.
My goal for today.
I looked at the bow that lay in my hands. It had a small handgrip, with little raised bumps for grip. Bouncing it up and down, I marvelled at the flexibility of the weapon.
Finally, after a few minutes of inspection, I lifted the bow to my level of sight, and took a deep breath. I strung an arrow on the bow, and pulled it back, aiming steadily at the center of the target.
"Take your time," Natasha suggested. I could see her out of the corner of my eye. She had stopped training to watch me. The pressure should have unnerved me, but instead it made me only feel the need to succeed more.
Slowly, in what felt like hours, I let go of the arrow, and watched it fly gracefully through the air. It hit the very middle of the target, where I had wanted it hit most.
Natasha gasped. "The last time you practiced, you were pretty good at it, but I didn't know you were still amazing at it. Clint's going to be ecstatic!" It was almost a squeal, but I ignored it, my eyes still on the target.
The feeling of a weapon in my hands, and hitting my target dead center sent an unrecognizable shiver through my body, like it wasn't me wanting to aim it at someone, but a total different person.
"Wow, that was amazing Avallone." Steve said, walking towards us. He must have stopped in time to see me hit the target. Still, I didn't move or even look away.
I heard Natasha take a step closer. "Avvy?" I snapped, and whirled around, leaving the room. I don't know why I felt so enraged right now, but it was just there.
Also, there was a feeling of . . . intense longing. Like I was longing with my whole soul for someone. I couldn't pin point it, but I felt so empty and alone. It felt unnatural, yet normal.
By now, I was running, sprinting through the hallways. "Ooof!" I exclaimed when I contacted something, or someone quite hardly. Looking up, I saw Bucky staring at me like I was crazy.
He reached his hand out for me to take, and when I did he hoisted me up. "Thanks, and sorry." I mumbled, now slightly embarrassed. Was the feeling I was experiencing directed toward him? It felt like my heart had sped up, and I was no longer feeling so alone. Maybe it was him. Maybe he was the person I had been in love with.
"Why were you running?" He questioned me, glancing over my shoulder to check down the hallway. I chuckled lightly, even though it wasn't really a laughing matter. "I guess I was running from my emotions, but it hasn't really worked."
He nodded, clearly understanding. "It never works." I stared at him. His face was taught and hardened, like he had gone through so much hardship, and maybe he had.
Suddenly, he was looking straight at me, his blue eyes piercing and frightening. I shied away naturally, even though I didn't really want to. "I know you're running, but somehwere along the way, you'll have to stop. Not every maze has an exit."
And like that, he was gone. I blinked, thinking that if I closed and opened my eyes enough, he would come back, but he didn't. I didn't know where he went, but he was gone.
"Avallone," Natasha breathed when she appeared at my side. "The hell was that about?" She asked me, now getting angry. I shrugged my shoulders. How was I supposed to answer a question that I was continually asking myself?
Yeah, it was near impossible.
"Is she alright?" Steve asked, coming around the corner in a slow walk. Natasha shrugged her shoulders. "I don't know, and I have a feeling she doesn't either."
Natasha walked away, leaving me alone with Steve. "I know that Nat only introduced me as Steve, but my last name is Rogers. Also, I -" He stopped, scratching the back of his head. There was something he was holding back.
I wanted to know.