Falling for the Enemy || Captain America || Book 1

Chapter 17: Kicking Captain's Ass

"Are you sure I'm not training you?" I ask, smirking. Captain pants, sweat trickling down his forehead and lying on his back on the mat. I tower over him, at a reasonable distance so he can't sweep his feet under me and make me fall. I twirl the staff in my hand and flip it over to my other hand, walking away from him and placing it on the rack. "Please, I'm going easy on you," he replies, getting up slowly and leaning against the nearest wall. I scoff, saying "Easy? You're drowning in your own sweat Captain. And I thought you hardly break a sweat except when in the midst of battle," I grab two wooden samurai swords and weigh them in my hands. Too light. "This? Sweat? Hardly," he pants. I chuckle, grabbing two obsidian samurai swords an weighing them. Too heavy. "You can't lie to me Rogers, no matter how hard you try," I remark, picking up two steel samurai swords and weighing them. Decent enough although I'd prefer my own back. God I miss my beautiful swords.

Johnny comes running into the room, face flushed and eyes on me. "Awww did someone stand you up?" I sneer. Johnny's eyes narrow then he chuckles, a smirk across his face. "I can't stay mad at someone as hot as you. Anyway, I was just mad at the fact that all the chocolate chip cookies were gone from the top floor," Steve intervenes by saying "She can't escape the top floor," Johnny crosses his arms, his muscles flexing although Rogers's are better. There's no use in fighting these thoughts anymore, I just won't say them out loud. "Really? Well please enlighten me then Steve, how did this get in the cookie cupboard?" Asks Johnny, holding up a black rose. What? I couldn't help myself! And you don't want to know where I got the rose from. Lets just say Stark's greenhouse is missing a few flowers. Where the others are, thats a secret.

Rogers looks at me, eyebrow raised and I say "He said please! Never thought I would hear that word come out of the mouth of Johnny Storm," trying to change the subject. "How'd you get out of the floor? It was secured and locked down," asks Rogers. I laugh, answering "Captain Captain Captain, you really don't think I'm the world's greatest assassin and spy for nothing do you? I would be the world's greatest escape artist but Bat brain also known as the Dark Knight or Batman beat me to it," Rogers crosses his arms, asking "Oh? If you're so good at escaping then how come you haven't escaped us yet?" That..... Is a good point. Why haven't I just seriously committed to escaping yet? I've tried escaping but those were flings, little attempts with hardly any effort. Why don't I just leave this place with Ally once and for all?

"I'm tired of running and you lot chasing. I'll try to properly escape when I'm tired of this place and feel like a good wild goose chase again," I say. It's partially true, I am tired of running but there's something else keeping me here. The sad and annoying thing is, I think I know what or more specifically who is keeping me here. "You're tired or running?" Asks Johnny, getting skeptical. "What? We were in retirement when the Fantastic Freak show and Asshole Avengers decided to rain on our parade," I retaliate. They're my enemies and I'm getting way too attached so throwing an insult in helps sever the bond more. "Fantastic Freak show?" Asks Johnny. "Asshole Avengers?" Questions Rogers. I nod at both of them, replying "Yep. What? Were you expecting a compliment?" Johnny chuckles, saying "Well I would have gone with the devilishly handsome and good looking Human Torch and his crew of misfits but if you feel more comfortable with Fantastic freak show then by all means keep calling us that," I roll my eyes, fighting back the smile that's trying to conquer my face. "You really are a non rich version of Stark," says Rogers, turning and glaring at Johnny. Well that escalated quickly. "And better looking," adds in Johnny. He glances at me, and by the looks of his eyes, I don't think I'm fully clothed in his head. Rogers seems to notice this and begins to fume, his face turning an angry red. Looks like someone is jealous.

"When you're done undressing Nightshade with your eyes Storm she has another 10 minutes of training," grits Rogers, his eyes narrowed and glued to Johnny. Johnny risks a glance at Captain but regrets it when he does. "Fine fine! Whatever, she'll be undressing herself next time she's in my bedroom anyway," he mumbles the last part yet I till hear, so does the Captain. I react before he can even blink though, throwing the steel sword in my hand at Johnny. I aim for the very side of his body, the sword piercing through the clothing and pinning his shirt to the wall behind him. He drops the black rosé in his hand in shock, banging his head hard against the wall. I notice Captain look at me stunned from a couple meters away but I keep my eyes glued to Storm. "Say something like that again Johnny and they will be the last words you ever say," I spit, getting sick of his little games. He smirks, trying to get the sword out but his face turns serious when he can't.

He continues to pull at it, hoping for it to come loose at some stage but it doesn't budge, not a millimeter. He sighs, looking up at me and saying "No promises but I'll try," I'm pretty sure that's the closest anyone can get to a genuine promise out of Johnny Storm so I'll take it. "Fine," I say, walking over and yanking the sword out of the wall. He looks at where the sword pierced his clothing then shifts his glance to me. "See ya later sweety," he flirts, winking then walking out. I guess I asked for too much.

"I swear he has no respect for women," mutters a pissed off Rogers, placing his shield down on the table. "Getting protective of me are we Captain?" I ask cockily. He looks up and narrows his eyes at me "Hardly Nightshade," I smirk, saying "Well it sure sound like it Rogers," he stares at me for another good minute then says "We still have training to do," I smile, shaking my head and reply "Don't change the subject," but he's already thrown the first punch. I dodge under it, shoving it away from me to expose his back. I place a single leg behind his, pushing him backwards so he trips over it. He sees it coming though and pivots on the leg that I was using to trip him. He ends up spinning around and leaning his back against my chest.

"Comfortable are we Rogers?" I ask, a smug look plastered across my face. I can practically feel the smirk radiating from him as he replies "Very," Elbowing me in the stomach. He turns to face me but takes too long. I've dropped to the floor and stuck my leg out, spinning around sweeping him off his feet. Literally not metaphorically because that would be insane and weird and crazy and I'm babbling in my own thoughts so I'll shut up now. Im the time I was babbling in my thoughts, Rogers jumped back onto his feet and grabbed my left arm. He spins me around an holds my hands behind my back. His lips graze softly against my earlobe and his breath tickles my neck as he says "Comfortable are we Nightshade?" Hilarious. "Very," I reply, stomping on his foot but his hands fly to put me in a headlock.

I grab the arm around my throat and pull him over my body, flipping him over me and onto the floor. He jumps back up but when he turns to find me, I'm no where in sight. "Hiding are we? You seem to fancy that," he says, walking idly around the mat. I remain silent, clutching the swords in my hand tightly. "You know, I think this is the longest amount of time you have been silent," he says, practically talking to himself. I stifle a laugh and walk in the direction of him. As I near him he turns around and says "Gotcha!" But stops when I'm not there. However, I didn't move. "But I swear I heard-" I don't let him finish because I jump down from the rafters I was hiding in and onto his shoulders. I wrap my arms around his head and torso, flipping him forward and onto the mat. This time when he goes to stand up I place the swords against his throat in the shape of an 'X' with one crossing over the other. Kinda like giant scissors against his throat.

"End of the line," I say at which he instantly flinches at. Why does he always flinch when I say that? Like seriously I don't see why..... Right. His friend Bobby.... Benny.... No.... Bucky! It was Bucky Barnes aka the Winter Soldier. Wonder what happened to him. I pull my swords up and ask "Your friend, Bucky, what happened to him? After the whole HYDRA scenario," Rogers stares at me hard then gets up, ignoring me and placing his shield up on the rack. "Earth to Rogers I asked you a question," I say, walking over and placing my swords on another rack of weapons. He hesitates then says "Went into hiding. I've been trying to find him for two years but no luck," We stand in an uncomfortable silence for five minutes until he breaks it by asking "If I remember correctly, you promised me an insight of your childhood," I cross my arms and say "When did I say that?" He grins and answers "In the HYDRA cell," That's right. Damn. "How's your bullet wound? And broken nose? Not that I care I'm just wondering if they got infected or something," I ask, trying to change the subject. "You're not slithering out of this one Nightshade," smirks Rogers. Whyyyyyyyyyyy. I take in a deep breath, looking him dead in the eye and say "Where do I begin?" He ponders for a moment then answers "The beginning," I nod, looking around then say "You may want to take a seat then because you're in for one hell of a long story,"

A/N: Another update! I wrote this in the car while we were driving around but once we get back from our holiday I'll try and update a few times k?

Thanks for reading and thats all for now, Bye! :) xxx