Like A Bullet {marvel/captain america}

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song for this chapter; untitled (how could this happen to me) by simple plan

'and I can't stand the pain/and I can't make it go away  

romano angeles is played by wentworth miller (he'll be more important later on, not just this chapter) (image to the side) 

enjoy & thank you for reading,

- jazz

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{reese's POV}

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'So what am I actually meant to be doing?' I folded my arms across my chest, a bored look on my face.

'You're gonna fight me,' Steve announced, stepping into the boxing room opposite me.

'And then we'll take some blood tests,' Bruce added. 

So far, he seemed really gentle and kind and I found it pretty hard to believe he could lose control and become the Other Guy. With that said, some people wouldn't think a girl like me would be a vigilante. You can never tell who's behind the mask when it came down to superheroes.

'When I say go, Cap's gonna go in for the first punch and then you go from there. Feel free to use your abilities - oh, don't look at me like that, Rogers,' Bruce backed away from the ring. He looked at a stop watch and pressed a button. '3...2...1...and, go!'

As promised, Steve went straight to punch me in the stomach. I blocked the punch and twisted his arm back, kneeing him in the crotch. He tried to grab my shoulders and pull me backward, so I elbowed his arms off of me and lunged forward, pinning him down.

Steve grumbled from beneath me, struggling to get out of my grip.

'You have a tattoo?' His eyes suddenly moved to where my shirt had slipped off my shoulders.

'Eyes up here, Rogers.' I grunted back, my face red with effort as I tried to keep his hands pinned down.

'And...time!' Bruce yelled. I released Steve from my grip and fell onto the floor beside him, panting for air. As much as I wish keeping him down would be effortless, it took a lot of strength - the guy was a super soldier, after all.

I got up and left the ring, grabbing a bottle of water and a towel as I did. I collapsed onto the bench next to Bruce, who was scrawling stuff down on the notepad in front of him. He cleared his throat and tucked his pen back into the top pocket of his shirt, turning to face me.

'That was very impressive,' He began. 'Your fighting style is - different. You're quick, quicker than Rogers-'

'- Yeah, because he's like 95-'

'-  but it's like you could predict what he was going to do and were one step ahead.' The scientist finished, ignoring my comment. 

'I've fought a lot of people,' I replied.  

I sniffed, trying not to let my mind drift away - drift back to the past. The place where my fighting came from, the place where I became who I am.