Captain America's Grand-daughter (Avengers/Captain America fanfic)

Cause Trouble

I was in one of the rooms shield had thinking about my situation. Did Rodgers know about me, did he want anything to do with me? I didn't really want to be part of his life and I don't think, after everything happens, that I'll be wanted in his. I never really get attached to people, they always left in the end so I learnt my lesson and went on with my life.

A part of me wanted to have family again, another part of me had accepted that I'd never have a family. Even if I had a chance to finally have a family again, I don't think I'd be ready for one.

I couldn't let family get in the way of my goal. I made a promise to Loki, I wasn't going to break it after a look at Rodgers. I mean we haven't even had a conversation, for all I know he could be the most annoying person in the universe. Maybe not the universe, that was Stark's job but Rodgers could easily become second most annoying person.

I sat up and swang my legs over the bed.

Maybe I should get to know him, after all, could your friends close and your enemy closer. How else was I meant to find out information about the avengers, more importantly, about their plans.

That's what I was going to do, I was going to talk to Steve. It was late at night but what's the harm in trying? I left the room after grabbing my cargo green jacket so I wouldn't get cold seeing as I was only wearing jeans and a top. I quickly slipped on my shoes and left.

I didn't know exactly where is 'room' was but I think I'd figure it out.

'He's not in his room.' Loki said in my head again.

'I hate you in my head, it's weird.' I said back.

'You'll only have to bear it a little longer." He said this than he was gone.

Well if he's not in his room where else would he be?

The gym.

When I finally reach the gym he was punching a punching bag with incredible strength. I don't want to be the punching bag right now.

I decided not to interrupt him and just watch. He punched through three punching bags in the time I was there.

"I you going to do anything in here or are you just going to watch me?" He said turning around to look at me.

I leaned against the wall thinking about how to answer. I needed to get on his good side so being like Stark wasn't going to help me.

"Have they given an information folder on me?" I asked him, not sure if he actually knew who I was.

"I know what I need to know about you." He answered back still looking diretly at me.

"Then you should know that I can't throw a punch." I said back, trying to keep my unfriendly comments out.

"I also know your origan." He said, his blues eyes staring back into my blue eyes.

"So what do I call you? Grandpa?" I said, a smirk working its way on my lips while he cringed. "What don't like the sound of that, you're not exactly young."

"Just keep to Steve or Captain." He said, ignoring my last comment.

He went back to doing what he was doing and I continued to watch him, watch how he worked, his mechanics. The only sound in the room was his fist hitting the punching bag and his breathing.

"Did you get drunk one night or what?" I couldn't help myself, I had to say something.

He completely stopped punching the bag and whirled his head around to face me.

"What?" He asked obviously not expecting for me to say something like this.

"I asked if you got drunk one night or-"He interrupted me before I could say anything more.