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2017
I flipped back as Mr. Stark shot a ball of energy at me, narrowly dodging it. I leave for SHEILD in a few hours, and for the past couple of months I've been relentlessly training with Mr. Stark, the sleek metallic suit clung to my form, responding to my every motion. Sweat trickled down my forehead as I landed on my feet, every session we do the training at Hydra woke up and everything suddenly became second nature. The movements, the dodges, the attacks – they were etched into my muscle memory like an indelible mark. Mr. Stark effortlessly evaded my counterattack, his own suit responding with swift precision.
"Don't you think this is a little unfair?" I huffed as I slid onto my knees, dodging another one of his energy blasts, "I mean you're in a high-tech suit that anticipates my moves."
"So being a skilled ex-Hydra soldier with the Super Soldier and an unknown serum allowing you to vessel intergalactic energy isn't enough for you?" Mr. Stark quipped, his sarcasm ringing through the air as he hovered above me. I let out a playful scoff, "No I guess this is fair." I muttered to myself.
I dug my heel into the ground and jumped off the floor and into a wall, I planted my foot and flipped into the air onto Mr. Stark's back, quickly swinging my legs around to his neck, his balance began to falter and I leaned back flipping him over, and with one good tug, I threw him into the wall and fell to the ground landing on my feet.
"Jesus kid!" He exclaimed before he activated a set of miniaturized repulsors on his gauntlets, launching a series of energy beams toward me. Instinctively, I began to twirl and roll out of the way, my ballet skills definitely becoming handy, as the last beam dissipated, I lunged forward, closing the distance between Mr. Stark and me.
With a swift motion, I aimed a punch at his midsection, but he smoothly sidestepped, showcasing the agility of his suit.
I countered by twisting off the wall and kicking him in the helmet, "Oh shi-ACK!" I cut him off as twisted my ankle falling onto my back, but not before grabbing his ankles and ramming him into the floor, the impact sending reverberations through the training room. Mr. Stark groaned, his suit momentarily glitching before stabilizing. I took advantage of the momentary distraction, swiftly getting back on my feet and assuming a defensive stance.
"Nice moves, kid." He grumbled, rubbing his back. "Remind me not to underestimate you, even without the suit enhancements." I grinned proudly at him, he quickly opened his suit up and stepped out, revealing an all black suit ensemble, "What time are you leaving?" He asked, "Five o'clock." I chirped as we began walking side by side, "Uhm, do you mind if we do a quick pit stop before?" I asked nervously as I did a cartwheel to grab my towel and water bottle, "Depends, is the place gonna kill me?"
I snickered, "No but..." I trailed off as the door opened, "It's the Hydra base you found me in, my old residence, where everything with you happened." He tensed slightly at the thought, "You don't have to come with me I could always take one of your quinjets, it's just I'd feel better-"
