Tigress ➳ An Avengers Fanfic (Book 1 of the Scepter Chronicles)

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        I woke up shivering. Sometime during the night, I had kicked the blankets down to my feet.

        Muttering under my breath, I pulled them back up and shut my eyes. 

        But no matter how hard I tried, I couldn't sleep. 

        Sighing, I sat up, rubbing my eyes and twisting my hair into a messy bun. I climbed out of bed and opened the door, shivering at the cold. I walked down the hall and turned towards the training room. 

        As I opened the door, I was greeted with the sound of skin smacking leather. A lone figure stood in the corner, repeatedly hitting a punching bag. I slowly walked towards the person, who was too focused on hitting the bag to notice me. With one more hard punch, the bag went flying across the room. The figure paused, breathing deeply, and I took the opportunity to speak. 

        "Can't sleep?" I asked, and the person's head whipped towards me. It was too dark to make out who it was. 

        "I've been asleep for seventy years. I think I'm okay," the person said, definitely a male. But the voice was unfamiliar. 

        "Who are you?" he asked, walking towards me. 

        "I could ask you the same question," I replied, hoping to appear taller against his towering frame. While I stood at 5'4", he was probably 6' or taller. 

        "Steve," he answered. 

        "Calypso. But you can call me Caly." 

        We stood there in an awkward silence until Steve cleared his throat. "Well, Caly, it was nice to meet you," he said, and I smiled in the dark. 

        "Nice meeting you as well, Steve," I replied, tilting my head in farewell and turning away. 

       When I reached the door, Steve called out to me. "What do you do?" 

        I stopped and turned back to look at him. "Like, do you work with the computers or are you an agent or a scientist or...?" 

        I paused, unsure how to answer. 

        "Sorry if I was a bit nosy, I wasn't trying to-" he started nervously, but I cut him off with a laugh. 

        "It's okay. I don't know yet. But I'll tell you when I do," I told him, fighting back a smile. 

        "Okay," he said, and the room fell silent. 

        "Goodnight, Steve," I called. 

        "Goodnight, Caly." And I left the room.