Winter

Winter Boo Bear

"You finished?" the guy I was fighting yelled at me.

"I could do this all day," I said as I rose from the ground, wiping the blood from the corner of my mouth. I had my left are pinned behind me. Which was necessary for my training. My blows had to come from my feet, legs, and right arm. I had to admit, I was pretty good with my leg work. But not with this person who had use of all his body.

He tried to punch my head but I ducked and swung with my right leg. He collapsed to the ground and I pounced on him and held him down until my personal trainer, Bobbi, came over and told me I was good to stop. I got off and helped my competitor up.

"Wow, fighting machine. Nice moves," he said patting my back.

"I have a name," I said and untied my arm from behind me and flexed it.

"And what would your name be, Lil' Fighter?"

"Winter Barnes."

He shook my hand. "It's an honor. I myself have a name too."

"And what would it be, wimp?"

"Geo Fitz."

I laughed. "Geo?" he pronounced it as jee-oh.

"Short for George."

I was still laughing. "After the monkey?"

"Yes." He looked down at his feet. He had brown hair that was curly, but not too curly. he was average height, which was taller than me, but not by a lot, and wasn't very muscular. Well, he didn't look very muscular.

"Anyways, nice fight and see you later." He walked away and left me by myself in a small training room. It had a padded floor, and several different weapon dummies all around the room. I pulled out a stick of gum from my black, combat, cargo capris. I was also wearing a black muscle shirt.

As I was walking out of the room, I saw Bobbi.

"Hey, see you tomorrow, coach." She was in her middle-ages and had "retired" from field work to a trainer. A lot of the people from the beginning of the new S.H.I.E.L.D had retired, quit to have families, or, sadly, died.

"You have made remarkable improvement," she said, clapping my shoulder. "Keep it up."

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A week had passed since the abduction. James would still cry at night, but he was cheerful during the day. Often my nights would be spent trying to calm James down from his crying fits, or singing lullabies to get him to go to sleep. Or simply cradling him. The amount of caffeine I had drunken was insane.

I walked up to the apartment and settled into my bed, hoping to have a small nap before dinner. My eyes closed but as I was about to drift into sleep, someone burst into the room.

James ran into the room shouting so I grabbed my pillow and through it and through it at his face. And of course I hit my target.

"Okay, I'll be quieter. But," he said gasping for air. "I have good news." I sat up and James landed on the bed next to me.

"And what is that?"

"Two more weeks of training until we are officially Agents."

"You interrupted my precious nap time to tell me that?" I replied, not in a good mood.

James looked down sheepishly. "Sorry, I didn't know you were sleeping." I immediately felt guilty.

"Hey it's fine. Now can I continue my adventure into sleepland?"