(I know right? I did take the punch idea from when Steve did it… so yeah)
Barnes cleared everything from his mind, so he could train without becoming distracted. He needed to get some training in, it always managed to help him relax after a mission. Especially if something didn’t go as to plan during the mission, like it had done yesterday when his task got away from him. Leaving the punching bag where it laid on the floor, someone else could fix that. He turned to another punching bag and begun training on that, soon enough beads of sweat forms on his forehead as he let his frustrations out with every punch. He continued on with his training for about two hours, although he could go for longer. But he decided to take a break as he was beginning to feel hungry, leaving the room he walked straight back to his room where a tray of food was waiting. He was only allowed to eat in his room, if he wasn’t out on a mission or training then he was stuck in the room. He wasn’t allowed to mix with other agents or anyone in Hydra, he wasn’t liked nor was he important to people. He was a machine and that is all he was.
So he ate the food in silence before he took a shower to wash away the sweat that he made working out, this was pretty much how every day went for him. He was used to it, but it wasn’t a life. The only time he went outside of the base was when he had a mission, an order to kill someone that Hydra didn’t like or thought would become a threat at some point in time. After he dried himself off, he climbed into his bed as there must be another mission coming up shortly. Normally he would be frozen again after a mission, unless Hydra had more people they wanted him to take care of.
“It was really nice, but Brooklyn is a lovely city. I’ve been there a few times over the years, I used to take my grandparents back there.” Grace smiled as she did have fond memories of Brooklyn, her grandparents both grew up there so they knew all the great little spots to visit. She took Steve into her apartment and shut the door behind him, “This way.” She told him as she led him down the hallway and into her bedroom, she didn’t think anything of showing him into her room. If he didn’t put the mirror in her room then it would never get moved, Grace wouldn’t be able to move it on her own. “Right here, would be great.” She told him as she pointed to the empty spot beside her desk, her whole apartment was feminine but still classic and classy. She watched as he easily but carefully set the mirror down where she had asked, she smiled as the mirror fitted in perfectly with her room and just brought it all together in her opinion. “Thank you again, Steve.” She looked at him as she took him back to the main living area of her home, “Make yourself at home.” She told him as she stepped into the kitchen, pulling out two plates from a cabinet she set them on the counter before reaching for a freshly baked cake that she had made the day before.
A chocolate sponge cake with vanilla cream and fresh raspberries on top, cutting two pieces she moved over to the couch and sat down beside Steve. “Here, tell me what you think.” She handed one plate and fork over to him, she pushed her shoes off as she could curl herself up on her couch and relax after a long day of working.
Barnes cleared everything from his mind, so he could train without becoming distracted. He needed to get some training in, it always managed to help him relax after a mission. Especially if something didn’t go as to plan during the mission, like it had done yesterday when his task got away from him. Leaving the punching bag where it laid on the floor, someone else could fix that. He turned to another punching bag and begun training on that, soon enough beads of sweat forms on his forehead as he let his frustrations out with every punch. He continued on with his training for about two hours, although he could go for longer. But he decided to take a break as he was beginning to feel hungry, leaving the room he walked straight back to his room where a tray of food was waiting. He was only allowed to eat in his room, if he wasn’t out on a mission or training then he was stuck in the room. He wasn’t allowed to mix with other agents or anyone in Hydra, he wasn’t liked nor was he important to people. He was a machine and that is all he was.
So he ate the food in silence before he took a shower to wash away the sweat that he made working out, this was pretty much how every day went for him. He was used to it, but it wasn’t a life. The only time he went outside of the base was when he had a mission, an order to kill someone that Hydra didn’t like or thought would become a threat at some point in time. After he dried himself off, he climbed into his bed as there must be another mission coming up shortly. Normally he would be frozen again after a mission, unless Hydra had more people they wanted him to take care of.
“It was really nice, but Brooklyn is a lovely city. I’ve been there a few times over the years, I used to take my grandparents back there.” Grace smiled as she did have fond memories of Brooklyn, her grandparents both grew up there so they knew all the great little spots to visit. She took Steve into her apartment and shut the door behind him, “This way.” She told him as she led him down the hallway and into her bedroom, she didn’t think anything of showing him into her room. If he didn’t put the mirror in her room then it would never get moved, Grace wouldn’t be able to move it on her own. “Right here, would be great.” She told him as she pointed to the empty spot beside her desk, her whole apartment was feminine but still classic and classy. She watched as he easily but carefully set the mirror down where she had asked, she smiled as the mirror fitted in perfectly with her room and just brought it all together in her opinion. “Thank you again, Steve.” She looked at him as she took him back to the main living area of her home, “Make yourself at home.” She told him as she stepped into the kitchen, pulling out two plates from a cabinet she set them on the counter before reaching for a freshly baked cake that she had made the day before.
A chocolate sponge cake with vanilla cream and fresh raspberries on top, cutting two pieces she moved over to the couch and sat down beside Steve. “Here, tell me what you think.” She handed one plate and fork over to him, she pushed her shoes off as she could curl herself up on her couch and relax after a long day of working.
May 3rd, 2016 at 04:16am