Irreplaceable (Resiliance Book 3) (Avengers Fan-fic) [COMPLETED]

Chapter 7

Ok dudes; what even?

It seems I've written 3 chapters, and not posted them yet???

WTH? I'm sorry!

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Sam

I glanced at the clock on the screen, and groaned. It was three o’ clock in the morning, and while sleep was all I wanted, I was afraid to go and sleep. I put my face in my hands and groaned quietly. Everyone else was asleep, except for a few analysts who had the night shift. They stayed at their computers, and I stayed at mine.

But there was something wrong. It was too quiet. Nothing was happening, nothing at all. It was almost like they were waiting for something, or someone.

Three o’ clock. I sighed and drained the last of my coffee, before walking out of the room, and making my way to my bedroom. I quickly changed into my gym clothes, grabbed my straps, before heading for the training room.

It was completely empty, and thankfully, fully soundproofed. So if I started screaming in frustration at the punching bag, no-one would hear me. I closed the doors carefully behind me, sealing in all sounds to the large room.

There were weights, medicine balls and exercise balls lined up against one wall. Another was half-covered with a climbing wall, while another half had pull up bars, along with an assortment of upper-body training equipment. The last had a long row of treadmills, cross-trainers, and exercise bicycles. The floor space was split into three; punching bags, a huge floor mat, and a boxing ring.

I strapped up my knuckles and walked to one of the punching bags, tearing into it as the memories started to replay. I furiously attacked the punching bag, until I vividly remembered the feeling as their blood splashed onto my face, their heads… gone. I took a step back, gasping for air, looking around the place to bring myself back. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath, calming myself, before pummelling the bag again.

RHOKA and Alex were being quite, maybe a little too quiet. Alex had been, sort of, leaving me alone. Something felt different though. Almost like… almost like there was someone else too, teaming up with Alex, and lingering around my mind. But that couldn’t be possible. Of course it couldn’t

I tore into the punching bag once more, building up a light sheen of sweat.

Punch. Punch. Punch. Punch. Punch.

 

But suddenly, pain tore through the base of my stomach. I stumbled back, clutching my gut and gasping in shock. The pain got worse, and I fell to my knees. It felt almost like… but it couldn’t be. It wasn’t possible.