Finding A Home

Part 10

I woke up to someone knocking on my door, I groaned and sat up. "Who is it?" I asked. "It's me," Thomas replied from the other side of the door. "Go away," I replied. "I really do want to apologize, Samantha," he said. "Leave. Me. Alone." I spoke clear, and stiff, leaving no room for argument, feeling anger and rage boil inside me. After I heard his feet leave, I got up, walked out of my room and went to the elevator, ignoring whatever Avengers saw me, or tried talking to me. I went into the elevator and went down into the training room, it was completely empty of people, I was the only one down there. "Jarvis, I wouldn't suggest letting any in here." "Yes, Miss Samantha," was Jarvis's robotic reply. With that, the door closed and locked itself. I let my breath out, then started training. 

I didn't know how long I'd been training, by now I had taken off my sweater wrapping it around my waist, leaving me in a tank top and my thigh high shorts. I heard the door open but didn't turn to see who it was. I continued punching the sandbag in front of me, making it shake and swing with every hit. I heard someone start punching another sandbag, getting the familiar scent of vanilla. Thinks, oh it's Steve. I continued to practice and ignore him. It was good to take my anger out on something. And since I'd been doing it for a while I was quite calm by now.

After Steve and I were done training we went out for a walk together, stopping to get some hot chocolate at a cafe. It was nice.

I am doing a skip to years later (This is way too long, and I do not have the patience to continue, I will be starting a new story, based on an idea I got in real life, no idea when it will be out, we shall see.)

Steve and I had been a couple for a few years now, and we had gotten married recently, it was the best thing that could ever happen. Now I just had to explain to him that he'd be a father soon, that'd be interesting. 

And they lived happily ever after, the end