Understanding Me

The Strange Man

I woke up early the next morning with the sunlight streaming in through the window. It looked beautiful, it was an orangey, red colour and made beautiful patterns on the wall beside me. I've got to say, this morning is probably the best morning I've had in a while, so I thought I better enjoy it while it lasts. I got out my sketching pad and began to draw something I didn't recognise, it was a weird necklace thing wrapped around someone's neck, unfortunately I was stopped before I could reach the head by a loud bang at the door. I got up, which took a lot of effort, and opened the door to find Steve in shorts and a vest top. I have to say, he was really, really attractive. He had a bag around his neck and running shoes in his hands, and after a moment of racking my brain I finally got what he came here for. I went for a quick shower and got changed into some joggers and a sports top then grabbed some trainers and water bottle.

"You'll soon be supplied with your own clothes, so you won't have to keep wearing the ones you've packed." I nodded, Steve smiled then started to walk off, me following helplessly behind.

We finally got the gym after a long walk through the hallways, that should actually be a work out enough. I put my stuff down and got my shoes on. I first went for a quick jog around the small gym hall to stretch my muscles then went onto the punching bag. I don't know why but it felt like a release from all the pain I hadn't dealt with yet, I just started punching and kicking the bag like there was no tomorrow. When I was younger I had a few classes in kick boxing to defend myself from the people who picked on me. So, as you can imagine I was pretty good.

After a while on the punching bags I stopped and sat down for a minute. I closed my eyes for nothing more than thirty seconds before I felt the other end of the bench slope a bit. I opened my eyes and saw Steve watching me. He looked barely out of breath but had been working out for about 30 minutes. He opened his mouth to speak but stopped when he looked to my hands. He suddenly looked worried, I wondered what had got his so concerned that I looked down to my own hands to find blood all over them. I then looked straight up to the punching bag to find it torn with the beads falling out. I was amazed at how I was able to kill a whole punching bag. I must have been angrier than I thought.

He rushed over to me, grabbed the towel out of his bag and wrapped it around my hands. I didn't feel anything of course, I know I was about to heal anyway but I just loved the way he was treating me. Although I did find Steve attractive I kind of thought him and Romanoff were somewhat a thing and I didn't want to intervene. But I still loved the way he cared for me. He started to get up with me and pull me to the door. We were walking out of the door and down the hallway when I bumped into someone. I stumbled backward and right into captain, and when I looked up and came face to face with a man who looked a little older than I did. He had dark brown hair and was very muscular. We made eye contact for a moment before he continued to stare straight ahead, I looked down to his chest only to see the necklace I had drawn not too long ago. I was completely shocked that I had sort of predicted the future in a way and why I predicted I would meet him.

"Maddy... Are you okay?" That's when I noticed director fury stood behind the man, stood behind the two of them was another older man who had the name tag 'Coulson'.

"Yeah. Yes, I'm fine." I said as I unravelled the towel from around my once injured knuckles to see they were perfectly fine and fully healed, with only a few specs of dried blood here and there. All the while I kept eye contact with the strange man who just stared blankly ahead, maybe he is an agent as well... well I think everyone here is. Fury then seemed to calm down when he realised I was completely fine.

"Well Maddy, remember to stay safe and don't work out to hard we still don't have any idea how your powers work yet, and we don't want to lose you if something goes wrong." He said to me with care and comfort. Just then, for that split second did that guy look at me before turning right back to facing forwards. I nodded and made my way straight back to my room. I grabbed the drawing with both hands and began to study it. What did it mean?