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Word Count: 1184At exactly five o'clock in the morning, the shrill cries of an alarm clock disrupt the peaceful slumber of Captain America himself. The super soldier slides out of bed and promptly begins his morning hygiene routine as FRIDAY reads him a summary of the morning news report, brushing his teeth with one hand and starting up Tony's extravagant coffee machine with the other; it took the Steve two months to finally understand the hi-tech beverage maker.
Tony suddenly makes an appearance into the kitchen for a cup of coffee to fuel himself after an all-nighter of tinkering in the lab. The billionaire, like every morning when he spots the super soldier during his daily routine, scolds Steve for leaving the confines of the sink while brushing his teeth as he accepts the large mug of coffee from him, claiming that any fallen toothpaste and saliva would stain his precious flooring.
"A little toothpaste isn't going to damage the tiles, Tony," Steve responds with a chuckle. "Besides, if I see any puddles, I promise to clean it up."
"Sure," Tony mutters groggily, the loud shuffling of his bunny slippers echoing in the halls as he retreats back to his lab. "That's what they all say."
Steve chuckles again at the man's rant. Despite doing exactly as he promises every time, the super soldier cannot help but wonder what would happen if Tony were to find any toothpaste stains on the floors one day. He quickly disregards the thought when FRIDAY's report comes to an end, swiftly heading back to his room to change out of his pyjamas; a grey compression shirt and navy joggers catch his eyes. Within minutes, the super soldier is out the door with a spring in his step as he follows a dirt path through the forest residing behind the New Avengers Facility, where he runs several miles before deciding to head back to the compound.
Huffing loudly while shuffling around in his pocket for his ID badge a specific young woman catches his attention. Normally, Steve does everything in his power to ignore crowds of people surrounding the entrance of the compound, since they were usually reporters attempting to capture an exclusive view, but this woman is different. Instead of normal clothing, she is wearing a standard Kevlar S.H.I.E.L.D. uniform, and, she has luggage with her.
"Good morning, ma'am," Steve greets with a polite wave. "Is there anything I can help you with?"
"You're actually just the man I need to see," she answers with a grin, stretching her arm out to offer her hand to the super soldier. "My name's (Y/n)."
"Steve Rogers," Steve replies. "I don't recall having any sort of meetings scheduled with S.H.I.E.L.D."
"You don't," a voice behind him interrupts, its owner stepping out of an SUV parked right by the entrance. "I sent her here."
"Nick Fury...Why am I not surprised?"
"Captain, I'd like you to meet your new student. From this day forward, you'll be teaching her everything she needs to know in order to perform to the highest standards. (Y/n) has a lot of potential, and I want you to help her reach it to the fullest."
"I don't know, Fury," the super soldier murmurs, his head dipping to his chest, "I don't think I'm cut out for it. I mean, a teacher? C'mon... I can barely learn about the 21st century as it is."
"Excuses, excuses. Cap, when was the last time you lied? 'Cuz right now, you aren't doing so well."
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"So..."
After explaining the situation to Tony, who was not pleased to receive the news last minute, a room on Steve's floor was assigned to (Y/n) and the young woman quickly moved in her belongings. Surprisingly, despite his complaining, Tony did not have any quips or snarky remarks to throw at Steve.
"I'll see you bright and early in the gym. 0500."
"How do I get there?"
"You're a big girl," Steve comments with a serious, unreadable expression, "I trust that you'll be able to explore the compound without any issues."
The super soldier leaves (Y/n) to her own devices, heading for his room to write out a schedule and training routine for his new student. During his trip down the hallway, Steve walks past Natasha, who ignores the blond and enters the room he had just exited from without any warning. He waits for a scream or some form ruckus to emerge from the newly-occupied room, but a deafening silence is all that his heightened senses pick up, followed by unexpected laughter.
Curiosity nearly overcomes the super soldier, but he maintains his composure, convincing himself that the nosy, red-headed, Russian spy is simply making friends with the new resident, and continues his journey. Once in the comforts of his personal living space, Steve draws out a sheet of paper and begins to jot down the varieties exercises he plans to integrate into the training regimen. Several of the chosen workouts make Steve doubt if they should remain in the regimen, given that he is drawing off of his personal gym routine; his strength draws from the serum he received from Project Rebirth, so there's no way (Y/n) can keep up with him without the aid of the chemical solution.
"Maybe I should substitute that with a series of burpees inste- Nat?"
Natasha enters Steve's room without knocking, as she did previously with (Y/n), a smile on her face as she saunters over to the super soldier's bed, laying back onto the duvet with her arms tucked beneath her head.
"Oh, (Y/n)," the Russian woman chuckles while exhaling. "She cracks me up every time."
"You speak of her as if the two of you are friends."
"We are." Sitting up with the smile still gracing her face, Natasha makes her way over to Steve. She notices the pen and latter gripped in his hands and snatches the latter from his grasp, reading over the contents with a smirk. "This is way too simple, Rogers, even for an assessment."
"Seriously," Steve gasps, mouth gaping open in disbelief. "I'm using my own workout routine as a guideline. Even Thor is out of breath when we follow it together."
"I'm tellin' you, Rogers, this will be a piece of cake for her. (Y/n) and I used to spar together during the first few years of her training when Fury introduced her into S.H.I.E.L.D. and she was usually the one to walk away unscathed."
"And she's a completely normal human being? That includes enhancements of any sort."
A nod acts as Natasha's silent reiteration of her claim. She turns to leave the super soldier to stew over the newfound facts, but before exiting the room, the Russian spy gives her teammate a pat on the shoulder. Her lips curl into a smirk once her feet hit the tiled floors of the hallway. There is no doubt in her mind that she and Fury have created an interesting challenge for Captain America.
To Be Continued...
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