The Other One(STOPPED WRITING)

Chapter 5: Fight me?

I didn't get any sleep last night after waking up.
It was too hard.
I punch the punching bag as hard as I can, having it fly across the room.
"You're up early." Someone says.
I turn and see Steve Rogers.
"Yeah..." I mumble.
"Bucky told me you didn't get much sleep last night."
I nod. I don't get much sleep any night.
This was my first night in years being "free". How was I supposed to act?
"You need a partner? To practice fighting. Or are you going to keep punching those across the room." He says, gesturing toward the punching bag I threw across the room.
"I guess.." I reply.
He wraps up his hands and gets in the ring.
I smirk a bit. He was really confident.
"Don't test your luck, Rogers. I've been fighting for over 70 years."
"Well, I've been alive over 70 years." He responds.
He throws a punch at me, but I block it, grabbing his fist in mine and throwing him down.
He quickly gets back up as he attempts to kick me to the ground.
I stop him and push him to the ground instead. I hold him down to the ground with my arms as he attempts to get back up.
He taps my arm three times.
I get up, considering he basically just forfeit.
I reach out my hand, helping him up.
"Rogers? Did you just get your ass kicked by a 15 year old?" Someone calls out.
Natasha Romanoff.
"Well, technically she's not 15." He mutters back.
"But technically she is." Natasha laughs.
"Alright, I'd like to see you do better." Steve jokes.
"Oh, no. I know I wouldn't do better. I'm just not as stupid as you to willingly fight her."
"Yeah. Alright." He says, stepping out of the ring.
I smile a bit as she basically makes fun of him.
It was weird.
I haven't felt happy in a long time.
But now, I felt a bit of hope.
Suddenly, Peter walks in.
"Oh, h-hi guys."
He looked like he just rolled out of bed. He probably had, considering he was wearing pajamas.
"Uh- did you guys eat breakfast?" He stutters, "Because I'm making pancakes..."
Steve and Nat turn to look at him.
"I'll have a pancake or two." Steve says.
"Same here." Nat chimes.
Peter turns to look at me.
"W-would you like a pancake?" He asks.
I don't remember the last time I ate a pancake. I can't even remember the first time I had a full meal. My meals consisted of stale bread and water.
"That would be nice." I respond.
"Okay, then. I'll get in with those pancakes, then."
He takes one last glance at me before leaving.
"You know, he's the same age as you." Steve says to me.
I raise an eyebrow. Yeah, I was technically still 15, but I was also technically more than 70 years old.
"What's that supposed to mean?" I ask.
"Nothing! I'm just saying, you should try being his friend." He laughs.
"I'm not too fond of spiders." I joke.
"He's not an actual spider, Adams."
"No! Really? I didn't notice." I chuckle.
"Get outta here." Steve laughs, as I walk toward the door.