Vanessa has had a hard life. She used to be a vigilante before she met her husband. Vanessa's husband worked for shield as a double agent. Getting Intel on Hydra. That didn't end well. He died without knowing he was to be a father. Now, a month and...
I will not play at tug o' war, I'd rather play at hug o' war, Where everyone hugs Instead of tugs, Where everyone giggles And rolls on the rug Where everyone kisses, And everyone grins, And everyone cuddles, And everyone wins. By - Shel Silverstein (Nightmares and memories are written like this. )
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➰➰➰➰➰➰ Punch. Kick. Punch. Punch. Kick. Punch. They are dead your majesty. Punch. Kick. Punch. Punch. Kick. Punch. Your parents are dead, your brother gravely ill. Punch. Kick. Punch. Punch. Kick. Punch. Do you hear me? I hit the punching beg so hard that the chains snap, showing some of my strength. I squat down to the floor. "I thought we said we were going to work out together?" A voice whispers behind me, almost like talking to a scared animal. I give a weak laugh, standing to face Steve. "I have a baby that wakes up at the sound of a butterfly, I don't get sleep. What's your excuse for being up so early? 3am to be exact." I ask back, walking toward my gym bag. He walks towards me, then past me, looking at the broken punching bag. He picks up the broken chain, then looks at me, eyebrows raised. I notice that he just danced around my question. I hold up my hands and shrug my shoulders, "whoops," I say, with a smile on my lips. I snag my water bottle from my bag, taking a gulp. "Well," Steve says, walking toward me," we're here now, practice now? Unless your tired and can't keep up, that is." He taunted me, walking backwards toward the boxing ring. "That's my line," I say, jumping into the ring. He chuckles and raises his hands. I slide into position, my weight on my back leg. I see a movement out of the corner of my eye, making me turn my eyes a little to the right. I see a flash of red hair, but at that moment Steve takes my distraction and uses it as his advantage. I hear a whistle and drop to the floor, Steve's fist flying above my head. I kick out my leg, aiming to take out his legs. He jumps up and flips his body forward, I roll and stand. This continues for about 30 minutes, neither of us landing a hit. Steve turns, and aims a punch at my stomach. In his aim, I spot an opening, but this is going to hurt. I take the punch in my stomach, hearing a loud crack. Son of a brisket. Steve's eyes widen at what he just did, but there is my opening. I slam my hand forward, popping the offending arm out of socket. Hearing a slight popping noise, I wince. Then continue my turn and kick his leg in the middle of the thigh. That earned a grunt from his throat. That is going to leave a bruise later. I stumble back and raise my hands. "Need an ice pack old man?" I joke, going to the edge of the ring. "Do you need one? I hit you way to hard, Vanessa. I'm sorr-,' I interrupt him, holding out a hand, silencing him. "I've had worse Captain, I'll be fine with a few hours of rest." I laugh, remembering why I was also up at 3. "That's if my little boy learns how to sleep for more than 5 hours at a time." I say, rubbing my hands down my face. "What do you mean worse? Do you mean the body scan from yesterday? What happened to you?" Steve asks quickly, taking a step toward me. I shake my head, sliding out of the ring painfully. "Thats a story that is so long, even the lord of time himself would grow old and die before it was over." I reply to his questions, grabbing my bag, giving him one last look. You're the new queen.
