Marvel Imagines and Preferences

Truth or Dare- Steve Rogers

(Y/N)'s POV:

"You seem tired, do you want to take a break?" May asked as I punched her left hand with force. "You keep talking like I'm not kicking your ass," I said as she grabbed my arm and lifted me over her and then pushed me to the ground. "Ow," I winced in pain. "That's because you weren't kicking my ass." I just rolled my eyes and got up. We were about to continue but a very eager Agent Coulson walked in the sparing room. "Agents," He proceeded. We both nodded and then he handed a file to May. "You're kidding." "No, I'm not!" "You're kidding!" "I'm not!" "Okay, we get it your not kidding! What's the big deal?" I cut them off. 

"Captain America is coming to our station to check out all the agents since the whole Hydra thing happened a while back," Phil said while I just stood there. "What's the big deal?" "What's the big deal? The big deal is that he's Captain America. Maybe now he can sign my trading cards." "Aren't you supposed to be dead?" May asked while Phil's smile now faded. "Oh yeah, Well, maybe he's good at keeping secrets."

I just walked back over to the punching bags and continued to do what I was doing. "Well, I'm going to go back to work so that this whole place is pristine for when he comes here," Phil said to May as he walked out. "You don't seem that excited," She said to me as I punched the bag in anger. "I just don't see what the big deal is." "The big deal is that an Avenger is coming here to make sure none of us are Hydra and you are upset for some- wait. You aren't-" "No! I'm not Hydra. Those guys should die for what they did to my Bucky. I mean. The Winter Soldier." I said while stopping my punches. 

"I just don't see why the Avengers are such a big deal. We do everything they do but we don't get the glory cause we don't have a suit made of metal or some frisbee to throw around," I said while continuing to punch. "I'm going to go find Agent Simmons so that she can fix this broken thumb you gave me but then you should probably wash up before he gets here," May said while walking out of the sparing room. I shrugged and continued to punch.

I never did get washed up. By the time the famous Avenger got here, I was still punching a rice-filled bag. "And over here is someone that should have washed up hours ago," I heard Agent Simmons say with her thick British accent. "I understand. When I get into it I never want to stop punching either," The man in the brown jacket said while offering a hand for me to shake. 

"Agent?" "(L/N). Agent (L/N)," I said while ignoring his hand. When he heard my last name it's like something stuck in his mind because the way he looked at me was like he knew me. 

"If you don't mind, Cap, but I need to get back to work," I said while cleaning up my sweat and then started to put away my punching bags. He nodded and followed Simmons down the hall and out of the building. 

Later that night, I was in my room cleaning up and going through old photos of me and my friends when I heard a knock. "Come in," I said softly. "Hey, I heard what happened with you and the Captain in the training room," Coulson said with a smile. "The Captain?" I asked mockingly. He just nodded. "Yes, the Captain. What's wrong with that name?" "Because it's not his name, Phil!" I yelled while getting up and in the process, I knocked over all my photos.