S.H.I.E.L.D ACADEMY

3. Good grip

"This feels like a punishment", you mumbled as you walked into the gym.

You weren't joking when you got mad over Steve forcing you to do relative strength training. You hated the gym. It was a reason you did your work behind a screen and preferred to stay out from the field. Violence wasn't your thing, and exercises like these were for people who were meant to fight. They wanted to become strong, but you were perfectly happy if you were just fast - fast enough to run away from your problems.

The only great thing about this was watching Steve. He wore a white t-shirt, that you were sure was too small for him. It hugged his muscles so tightly. It didn't help that he'd been working out before you came here either. Sweat dropped off his body, causing his white shirt to damp up. You had to pull yourself together to not stare inappropriately at him. You looked away, taking a deep breath.

"That's exactly what it is," Steve said as he turned around to face you.

Steve crossed his arms as a little smirk appeared on his face. He was pleased, seeing you here again where you first met. Watching you in your tights, he knew he was in for a great time. You had a big oversized t-shirt, that almost hid your perfect behind from him, but just almost, he could still catch a glimpse of it. Your hair was loose, and your face natural. You looked beautiful.

"That feels unfair," you mumbled under your breath.

Steve could see that you were nervous. He knew what he was doing to you. Forcing you out of your comfort zone, pushing your boundaries. You didn't need to tell him, for him to understand that you hated admitting that you were uncomfortable in this setting.Yet, this was your own wrongdoing, and your actions had to have consequences.

"You behaved badly," Steve said, picking up a new punching bag for you.

You looked up at Steve, surprised by the tone of his voice. 'You behaved badly', really Steve, is this what we're doing? He was talking to you, like you were a little baby! You were not a baby, not a little girl, if anything you had proven to Steve that you were a big girl. None of the other recruits had scored higher than you had since entering the Academy, still you were the one he always chose to pick on.

"Bad behavior means punishment" The words were rolling off his tongue.

"You need to understand that," He hung up the bag, as he turned towards you.

"Do you know what you did wrong?" Steve said, clapping his hands together.

Steve noticed how you were staring at his hands as they met each other, studying his fingers. Look at that your facade was cracking up. You were drafting away, and Steve let you do so in peace. He wanted you to think of him. He wanted you to think about what he could do to you. He wanted you to create your own fantasies about him, like he had done with you. He let it be silent for a good minute.

"Agent, please focus," Steve smirked.

Your cheeks burned up with embarrassment. You shut your eyes for a good minute, trying to think about something else. Clearing your mind. You had just been staring at your mentor's hands for a goddamn minute, and there was no way of erasing that moment. It was just something about his hands. His fingers. This room. It reminded you of the first time he touched your skin.

"I hacked into your internet browsers," your voice shaking as it tried to repair the situation.

Steve walked closer to you before he grabbed your hands. He swore your body jumped a little as your touch reconnected. He took a short glance at your hands. They were so small and soft compared to his. It caused him great concern. With those small hands, would you be capable of doing anything?