Look, I know it's short, but it's literally called The Filler.
"You know, for a kid with nerve damage and only one hand, you've got a hell of a lot of strength!" I grunted. Jess was currently attacking a punching bag, which I was holding, and she was putting a pretty decent amount of power through it with just her left hand.
"I'm not a kid with nerve damage. It doesn't define me, it doesn't change who I am. Well, not really" She spat bitterly through gritted teeth. "Besides, it's my legs with the damage."
"Look, kid, you've done great today, like, two hours, it's time to stop. Besides, your grandma seems like the kind of person who takes lightly to her granddaughter being home late." She chuckled a little and held her hand out so I could take the tape off it.
"No, she probably wouldn't take that too well."
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FanfictionAfter picking up an intern from a stint as a PE teacher, Steve Rogers wonders whether he has bitten off more than he can chew. First the Brooklyn Wreck, then losing the last person she knows, Jessica Peterson has had more than her fair share of down...
