@ sugarplum.
Like most days whenever the Avenger was given a mission the blonde solider found himself in the workout room of headquarters. His time spent in the gym was borderline obsessive, but he knew that he needed to stay in shape if he were to continue to save the people that needed saving - and he would never admit it, but even though he had shed his former self long ago he still feared that one day he would become the old Steve Rogers; the one who was incapable of everything and anyone's target. The sound of a familiar voice on his ear drums was the only thing that paused his training, "There is no wearing down the Super Solider." He reminded teasingly as he turned to face the girl with his usual grin.
It was a bittersweet moment when Steve was reunited with his old friend, Ms. Grace Hudson, he was of course over joyed to lay eyes on a familiar face that brought back so many fond memories, but it was also a bitter memory of what he once was. Grace had always been there for the Avenger - even when he was simply Steve from Manhattan and stood without all of his glory. After wiping the sweat from his features with the hem of his simple grey v-neck shirt he smiled at his old friend, "How did the mission go?" He questioned with excited curiosity - he could be doing this for years and he would still find every bit of it to be thrilling; saving the world from the bad guy was something Steve always desired to do and now he was living his dreams in a way he never thought possible.
"Was she hard to track down?" It didn't even process to Steve that Grace may have slipped up in her mission to find the possible threat, it wasn't in his beautiful friend's nature - in fact all the years that he had known her he could confidently say he never remembered her failing something she set her mind to. As he waited for the girl's answer he stepped around her to access the mini-friend, that still blew the solder's mind - Grace may have been adjusting well to the modern age but everything still kept Steve on his toes, to grab a cool bottle of water.
Normality flew out the window months ago for twenty-two year old. One day she was working as a bartender in the not so nice side of New York City and the next she was on the run from some agency that called themselves SHIELD. She knew what the wanted with her, but she wouldn't make tracking herself down easy for them. Why couldn't they just leave her alone? It wasn't like she was using her "power" to hurt anyone, the last thing she desired was being poked and prodded at in some laboratory - if they wanted answers from her she couldn't give them any. "Just leave me alone!" Paisley shouted to the agent, her heart beating rapidly against her rib cage. At least the women seemed a lot friendlier than the other's that had been sent after her previously, but still she ran; her muddy converse thumping against the concrete. She had to give it to SHIELD - they sure were a persistent crowd.
Usually, at the sign of fear, her "power" ( or rather little problem as she called it ) would kick in and she would be safe from those who were seeking to harm her, but unfortunately it didn't deem this situation suitable to make an appearance, if only she knew how to control it. Why didn't it come with some type of handbook? "Completely useless," The petite blonde cursed under her breath as she ducked into an alley - her stomach tightening with nerves. The last thing she needed was to be mugged, but with her luck she wouldn't put it passed Fate at this point. Feeling her body being pulled back against a hard chest the girl parted her lips to let out a scream, hoping to signal anyone to her aid, but was silenced before a noise could even leave her pink lips as a harsh hand clamped down. Frantically Paisley squirmed in the stranger's arms, for once praying that the unknown woman would locate her - but with wide blue eyes she watched the SHIELD worker give up. Really - of all the days the agency just had to send in a worker who would give up empty handed?
Once she was freed the girl whirled around to glare at the male, trying her best to look menacing despite the fact that her legs felt like jelly, "Who do you think you a-are?" She demanded, swallowing thickly as she tried to even her breathing - regretting her decision to throw her physical fitness to the wind after high school. Paisley took a few steps back in preparation to take off running once more, but merely stumbled a few steps when the stranger spoke for the second time. How did he even know who she was? Was he from another agency? "I won't go anywhere with you," Her eyebrows furrowed together as she blinked up at the male. Did he think she was insane? This had a crappy Lifetime movie plot written all over it, still his words poked at her interest. Would he really keep her safe? "What do you want from me?" She questioned after a moment, mentally scolding herself for allowing her guard to drop so easily, but she was tired of running from things she didn't understand and the man was offering her protection.
[ I hope this wasn't too bad, love.
]
