Hacky Sack ~ An Avengers Story

Twelve - Training With Steve Rodgers Sucks America's Ass

"Rise and shine sleeping beauty." Steve called as he pounded his fist against the wood of my bedroom door. 

"With all due respect, please shut the fuck up." I groaned, flipping to face the wall side of my bed. Steve sighed and I could picture him pinching the bridge of his nose. 

"I'm giving you three seconds to get out of bed Cedar or I'm going to drag you out of it." ... "One."

"I'll murder you in cold blood."

"Two."

"I'm not kidding Rogers."

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"Three." I heard my door being opened followed by his slow foot steps to build tension. "Last chance Cedar."

Steve wouldn't drag me out of my bed. He's too much of a gentleman to do so... or at least that's what I thought. When I responded with silence, Steve ripped the duvet off of my body and pulled me by my waist to the edge of my bed. He looked down at me with a smirk before wrapping both arms around my waist and throwing me over his broad shoulder.

"STEVEN GRANT ROGERS PUT ME DOWN!" I demanded, pounding my fists against his back. 

"What was that about murdering me in cold blood?" He questioned, knowing I couldn't exactly do anything about it. But oh boy was he wrong. 

I looked at my alarm clock and extracted some of the electricity from it to send jolt of it through Steve. In a moment of shock *I'm a funny guy* Steve nearly dropped me on the ground. His grasps loosened on me sending me crashing to the ground, but he tightened his grip around my legs quick enough to keep me from banging my head on the floor.

"What was that!?" He questioned, setting me gently down on my bed.

"I didn't want to be slung over your shoulder." I shrugged, causing him to narrow his eyes to slits at me.

"But you could've gotten hurt! Do you not think before doing stuff like that?!"

"No, not really."

Steve let out an exasperated sigh then mumbled something about it 'being too early to deal with Stark shenanigans'. "Just get dressed. There are clothes for training in the top drawer of your dresser."

"And you know this because...?" I asked, cocking a brow.

"Tasha put them in there last night after you went to bed." He responded. After Nat had time to cool down, Steve, Bruce and Tony went to find her and explain everything. I was told that she was still a little untrusting of me, but was willing to push it aside if everyone else was one-hundred percent sure that I was to be trusted. 

Steve walked out of my room to allow me privacy as I changed, but waited outside of it for me. In said drawer, was a couple pairs of black sport leggings, tank-tops, and sports bras. I pulled out a set of clothes and pulled them over my frame. The leggings were skin-tight, but flexible.

After lacing up my runners, I walked out of my room to see Steve leaned against the wall with his arms folded, "You ready?"

"No." I pouted.

"I said are you ready, didn't ask if you wanted to."

"Are you implying that I have a choice?" I asked, slightly hopeful.

"No."

"It was worth a shot."

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"Come on Cedar, this is easy. Just avoid my fist." Steve swung at me yet again, just barely scraping my left ear.

"Well sorry that I have the reaction time of a kiwi." I ducked from his next punch which earned me a 'there you go'. I rolled my eyes as an idea popped into mind. Instead of straightening myself, I dropped down to one knee and swung my other leg at his feet. I caught him off guard seeing that Steve wasn't expecting that kind of move from me. As my foot swept from underneath of him, Steve lost his footing and fell to the mat.