Trust | 1 |

Chapter Six

When I woke the next morning it was 4:30 am according to the clock next to the bed I was in. Early, but I've been up and moving earlier back with Hydra. Ever so carefully, I got up out of bed and retrieved my crutches from their post. I went over to my closet to see if I could find any sort of training gear.

Because today I would be active. Today I wouldn't be a slug, hiding away in my room. Besides, nearly everyone would be asleep at this hour. Mr. Stark is most likely passed out or in his lab, Captain Rogers and Nat might be up and training, but I assume everyone else would be sleeping.

I was able to find a Nike long sleeve shirt and leggings, as well as some socks and tennis shoes and my gloves. I grabbed all of it and threw it onto my bed, and was about to start changing when the door to my room opened. The action took me by surprise and I nearly fell off of my crutches.

"What are you doing?" an agent asked me. Clearly, and not surprisingly, Director Fury stationed a guard at the door to my room, and they heard me get up and move around.

Shaking off the initial shock, I responded. "Just thought I should get up and work out a little bit this morning rather than sit in my room and become a slug," I said back to them, and the door shut a couple seconds later. For privacy, I decided to change in the bathroom.

It was a tough feat, but when I was dressed, I carefully opened the bedroom door in case the agent was standing right in front of it. Instead I found them across the hall. And I also found out they were a him. Good to know. I fully opened the door and started to walk out, but the agent stopped me.

"What is it?" I asked him.

"I have to come with you, but I also don't have any sort of clearance from Director Fury to allow you in the gym area." I sighed and leaned up against the wall while we waited for clearance. It took about 4 minutes but we got it. So I was casually escorted to the gym by my great new personal babysitter. How. Wonderful.

The gym was a couple floors down, so the two of us shared an awkward elevator ride together. I tried to break the ice with a simple question. "What's your name?"

He stared at the elevator doors as he responded. "You don't have any need to know that information," he said, his response cold.

I huffed and tried again. "Would you like me to call you Mr. Babysitter?" I asked him, and there was a small pause before I was able to pull out a real response.

"Agent Lambert will work just fine," he finally said, and I smirked to myself. I thought of his name for a second and made a quick and easy connection.

I noticed we were close to our destination, so I hurried our conversation up. "Lambert, eh? Which side of you family is French?" I asked him, making sure to accentuate my French accent on his last name. I barely saw him glance towards me.

"Mother. She moved to the US when her position at SHIELD changed. Met my father there while undercover. He wasn't an agent at the time, but was later recruited after they got married," he explained. I nodded along as he spoke, genuinely listening. "They retired a couple years back and moved over to Paris."

"That sounds like a wonderful life," I said quietly, thinking back on how my life has been pretty...well, crappy so far. Neither of us spoke for the rest of the ride. Our blanket of silence was interrupted when the FRIDAY spoke up and told us we had arrived. The doors opened and I quickly left the awkward silence and got to the gym doors. I, however couldn't open the doors on my crutches. I tried, but nearly fell off. Agent Lambert came over and opened the doors for me.

Mumbling a little, "Merci," I hobbled into the gym and looked around for something. There were some bars on the far walls for pull-ups and those arm related things, there were weight machines that I could lay on and work my arms out, or there were open mats for floor ab exercises. So, mostly arms.