The Greek/Roman gods made their existence known to S.H.I.E.L.D. and picked two champions and sent those heroes to the agency thus making a bridge between the two sides.
Who are the two heroes that were picked? And how did director Nick Fury react wh...
Even though the guy isn't an asshole and it's only for three months, but still...
The good thing is I'm not going to be some eye-candy like Natasha was to Tony Stark. And I'm grateful for it. I don't even know why Fury assigned me to this, he could've asked anyone! But nooo... He decided that I was suitable enough to see if he's mentally stable to qualify into the Avengers Initiative.
And yes, Director Nick told me about it. Me and Percy. But that's not the point. The point is that I have to 'supervise' (Nick's words) a grown man for two months some place in Brooklyn.
So yeah...
I entered a gym where I found out he went to and went into a room with a lot of punching bags. There was only one person. The target... Wow, I sound like I'm going to kill him. I was wearing some sort of black sports bra with a zipper in the front and black leggings. The guy spared me a glance and did a double take. Which made a bit self-conscious. Maybe I should've been a bit more decent? Seeing his circumstances... Why would I worry about what he thinks? He's going to be the mission for two months.
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I ignored him and his flustered face and wrapped my hands with a dark purple hand wrap and began hitting the punching bag. I studied the man from the corner of my eyes subtly. He's six feet tall and two inches, with sky blue eyes that reminded me of Jason and military cropped blond hair and a jawline that can cut through anything... Wait, what? Where did that come from? I shook my head from the stupid thoughts and continued beating the crap out of the punching bag.
So far the job wasn't that bad. I had the opportunity to let out some bottled steam and the guy didn't seem like a jerk. Not like he knew the real reason for why I'm here. I watched curiously as the man punched furiously at the bag like his life depended on it and with a final blow, made the bag fly to the other side of the room.
"What did it ever do to you?" I joked as he stared dejectedly at it and went to bring another one. Obviously it's not the first time since there was some sort of pyramid made of punching bags.
He jerked his head away and looked at me in surprise. "Come again."
"What did the punching bag ever do to you?" I repeated. "You beat the crap out of it and throw it away like it insulted you. You okay?"
He stared at me dumbfounded then shook his head. "Yeah... yeah... I'm fine."
I nodded skeptically but didn't press. It's his choice. "I'm Reyna." I said amused.
"My name's Steve. Steve Rogers."
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And so it began. It began a routine. I had an apartment in a building right next his. And every afternoon we'll meet up in the gym and beat the shit out of cursed punching bags. And he began, slowly, opening up to me. We became friends. I told him that I used to be in the army just like my mother. Well it's the half-truth. I may trust him a bit now but not at the point of telling him that I am a Roman demigod and a S.H.I.E.L.D. agent. I told him also about my origin and my friends like Percy, Piper and Annabeth, and my sister Hylla and when he had a question about something new to him, I would explain to him patiently what it is or why it is like that or how. And in turn, he revealed to me that he was Captain America (not like I didn't know that, but I must say, I'm a good actor) and about Peggy, the woman he loved, and his best friend and brother in all but blood, Bucky and how he died and how he and Bucky went to Auburndale Art Schoolfor a year. And I nodded understanding what he's going through. He reminded me a bit of Hazel Levesque, the golden-eyed girl also from another time.
It was the start of a beautiful friendship.
I revealed to him eventually that I am a S.H.I.E.L.D. agent because Nick Fury showed up and told me so. It got rocky for a bit, but he knew I was following orders. So he didn't say a thing. But the two months were over, and I have another mission in New Mexico, with my S.O., Clint Barton, guarding the Tesseract. Project P.E.G.A.S.U.S. Facility.
I like Steve, but I don't know which kind of like. But now is not the time for feelings, because...
